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and hurting me more.

right again.
You'll be back at my door before your off of your pleading knees in the first place.
Don't get me wrong, you hurt me. and I hate it.
But I know how it is to be consistently knocked down.
So even though I healed myself by myself through long days and longer nights,
Im here to help you up.
Because every time I think about how much youve hurt me over the long days and weeks,
I think about how much it hurts for you to live with that.
To live with having to see me each day in the hallway.
And for once, I can let myself think--it must suck to be you.
so I think how much I just love the things I see. and it makes me happy that your no longer on the list baby.
You screwed up this time. and Im not asking for an apology, Im asking you to let me help you. Because if I help you, you may stop calling me.
You might stop asking if we could try again.
Theres that small incriment of hope that you'll quit looking at my eyes like the old days.
Could you drop our inside jokes? Because they hurt.
It's so hard to move on when my past is right beside me.
Like a lingering shadow.
You stick to me.
so stop.
I know I can do so much better. and these days its not really that im tired of being tired.
Its that im tired of giving in and giving up.
Breaking down and breaking hearts. So i try and let us go.
because I let you go a long time ago.





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