I am always a mess.
i can never keep my own secrets.
i laugh too hard at stupid things.
i live in the past, in the memories.
i have the people i love.
i am heartsick for all the things i can't get back.
it's hard for me to define myself.
i guess i'm just a cliche, the person who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return.
i just want the one person who has NEVER given me a second thought.
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