I don’t know what I do wrong.
Even when I don’t accuse or even seem insecure, they still do it. I don’t know why I have to hurt or why I stayed. I wish I didn’t ignore it before. I wish I didn’t keep myself oblivious to it because I wanted to believe…
Last updated April 07, 2018
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