Baloo

February 10, 2020

The person I met... is o longer the person I know.

Am I grateful?.... Well yes of course.

I JUST HATE- I just hate the way you have forgotten me.

I hate that I told you... That I told you everything.

I hate that you have taken all my secrets.

I hate myself... For wanting to go back.

But more than anything.... I hate myself for believing that you could stay.

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