Every day of my life, I would keep thinking about the things that made me inadequate for you.
& every day of my life, I'm sorry I'm not the one. I'm tired of proving. But there's an undying dedication I have towards you that is propelling me to keep trying. As I live longer, my soul wilts by the day, thinking about the things that made us fought, thinking about why didn't I make you feel happier, thinking why did I make you feel unloved at all in the past.
& I know you'd still leave.
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