Moments like these I turn to God. I plead for him to make you feel everything inside of me, to understand. So I can know that these tears are not wasted, that at least you’ll know why I say what I say and do what I do… because maybe if you truly understand I can take your behavior towards me as a final answer, maybe even a final painful goodbye. Because this, all of this, especially nights like these, they are not alright, they can’t be.
But then again, maybe you already understand. And that is why I feel this way.
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