I don't know who I am anymore. I find myself smiling just so he won't think something is wrong. I am tired of arguing and crying. And being hurt.
Truth is, he doesn't seem to care, and neither do my friends.
I'll write more later.
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And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
