Why don’t you talk to me the way that he does? Why don’t you notice the things about me that he does?
Why don’t you get as happy to see me as he does?
I miss being seventeen and problem free.
I need a safe space and a neutral shoulder to cry on.
I feel guilty for missing you the way that I do every single day that you ignore me.
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