Untitled p.7

I wish that I had never met you.
Then there would be no need to impress
you. No need to want you. No need for
loving you. No need for crying over you.
No need for heartbreaks. No need for
pain or tears. No need for forgotten promises.
No need for rejected hugs. No need for
crying myself to sleep. No need for
acting like you care. No need, for
everything you’ve done to make me
feel like absolutely nothing.

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