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We Did


I guess I didn't know how to love

myself.

The things you said you saw...

I always did think you were delusional.

For I am not beautiful,

I am not worthy of

Want.

I am a cracked mirror, blurred around the edges

and I will never understand what you saw in my reflection.

But I loved you for it.

I loved you with all my broken parts and tried to make myself

Smoother, Better,

For I did not want to hurt you.

But hurt you I did.

And hurt me,

You did.

 

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