Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too.
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.
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