I’m nothing close to being wiser.I held out my hand to you hoping things are finally getting better… that you’re a little kinder. But you like to play with the fire of which I no longer desire.
Yet, here I am on a pedestal even more illogical, irrational. Thinking ’bout you when I shouldn’t— but I couldn’t.
I’ve tried so hard to mar your memory from my mind. I guess, you were really just that kind…

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