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3 months ago I made this. Feeling like my feelings were overwhelming and no one understood. I mean who would? At such a young age who would understand heartbreak? Because for the longest time I didn't even know that's what I was feeling. 3 months ago I wrote this, "There's this guy. A beautiful, guitar playing, hopeless romantic. And I needed him". 3 months later I'm saying I'm done. I thought I needed him. But what I don't need? Is feeling hurt, or annoying, or stupid. Because I knew it was only going to end in flames. We were bound to crash and burn from the start. It was too perfect, until it wasn't. 3 months later I say "fuck you. Fuck you for ever promising you'll stay. For promising we'd make history. Because I tore those pages from my book. I burned those bridges." (A.E are initials.)
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