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Fixing


I’m done with this friendship

I’m done trying to fix everything and make you happy

You’ve become what I do not know

And what I hope to never find out

I’ve cried over you

I’ve slaved over you

You don’t see any of it

I loved you

I would have bled a thousand rivers for you

And what do I get in return?

Always begging at your feet for forgiveness

Forgiveness for things I had no wrong

Fixing

Always fucking fixing

I’m done.

It’s your turn to fix things

And I’ll decide if I forgive you

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