i hate being this melancholic, hopeless, questioning love side of me. it's just... made me weak. made my head spinning around, wondering about the answers to the sound in my head. i hate being attached to the ones who (soon) left. i want someone to stay. bear with me.
but in the end, it's me who pulled myself out of that kind of thing. and no one ever pulled me back in, and said that i'm worth to fight for.
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