Santa Barbara
You are not the problem
You are never the problem
No matter how many times you deem you useless
You are always the only person to make me feel something
Actually feel something
Not hatred
Nor sadness
But actual joy
The love I feel for you is exactly what you deserve
If anyone is undeserving
It is me
Selfish
Stubborn
Angry
Entitled
Numb
Those words describe me
You hold me on this golden pedestal
No one else holds me to
I am the girl who drives the rest away
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