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11:03 at night.


I still love him without a doubt

There won’t be a day I don’t and I can say that will complete confidence

I know we weren’t perfect for each other but a little part of me knows we belong together

The fact that it makes me happy to know you still talk about me good or bad makes me think I still care about you, for the good and the bad

I know that we were problematic at best but you loved me

To always know that above all there was always still someone there that loved me was the best feeling that kept me going everyday

Kept me waking up, getting out of bed, going to school, and going on with life knowing that I would get to see someone that actually loved me for who I was kept me going

Now I feel nothing

And that happens when someone is your everything and you lose them, you lose your everything and you’re left with nothing

I’m nothing.

 
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