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You don't love her. If you did, you'd be with her
Yet you wither
Either wasting time,
Or doing so little
All the years that pass
Filled with moments
That would've should've could've
If only we weren't ourselves
Pathetic
You are so far away. And I am so down in the dumps. So unworthy. That admiting that I love you feels like fucking hubris.
Tumbler needs a separate button for call-out posts.
characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.