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Bug she/her Infp- Virgo Aries Scorpio- 20 Does anyone ever have an original thought?

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my friends say i never looked this happy when i was with you. even my mom says so. they were all concerned but after everyone has seen they know. i’m sorry i wasted 5 years hoping you’d love me the way i loved you. no one ever has until now. he gets me. he knows my thoughts w out me even saying them. i prayed begging god to make you like that. to just get me. you never did. you’re selfish, you’re greedy, you have no shame in asking for what you want. some would call that confidence id call it arogance. you’re arrogant. you’re proud. you’re selfish. and i might be a whore and want to be looked at and noticed but you were one of the reasons for that.

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as the days grew into months i lost more of me to you. i gave. you drank me in, never refilling my cup. i don’t remember how to paint now. i can’t remember how i would spend hours writing. instead i spent hours loving you. it was worth it at the time; but when you left i had nothing. none of me. your cup full. i thought you’d always be there id never have to part with what i had given you. you’ll pour into her cup with what i poured into yours. she’ll drink from your cup and taste me. maybe she’ll realize after that sip you give her that you have nothing of your own to fill hers with. but i’ll get to know me again. re learn how to paint. write something. let him love me. let him know me with out taking. he wants to give. wants to pour into my cup. i’ll drink from his and he’ll drink from mine. never forgetting to pour into each other at the end.

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say what i’m thinking so i can listen. hold my heart so i can feel.

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i have thoughts and they are my own. yet you say them. every complex feeling i’ve ever had you’ve explained out loud. how do you know exactly what im thinking. i suppose maybe we share the same soul. you lay your head on my heart and know my thoughts. it’s always what i’ve wanted.

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When I dry off after a shower I still avoid that small spot on my chest. The towel always gets snagged by my necklace. The one you gave me. I never take it off. Except this time the towel doesn’t snag because it’s not there anymore and neither are you.

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Every night I read something, anything. Waiting to get used to the quiet. Needing to replace that last goodnight I read and read and read.My eyes heavy. Slipping into my own head. Hoping sleep will drown my sorrows. I wish I had never met you. I wish I could go to bed.