Here's the truth:

Honestly, this is just going to be a shit storm of thing's I wish I could say.

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He was the one there for me at four in the morning. 

You just rolled over and went back to sleep. 

I still didn’t choose him. 

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You were the one I thought of late at night. When it was two in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep. 

He was the one who I thought of when it was three in the afternoon and I was busy. 

I choose you, and I think that’s the biggest mistake I could have made. 

Just cause it’s late, doesn’t mean I love you. 

Loneliness and Love aren’t the same. 

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Don't be mistaken, just cause you don't see it, doesn't mean it happens.

He never looked at me like that. 

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That boy who says you’re beautiful, and that one picture won’t kill you, doesn’t love you. 

That boy who sits in front of you in Algebra, telling you that you are smart, and that you two should study, doesn’t love you. 

That boy, the one who makes sure you’re okay at all hours of the night, and who drops everything for you, him. He’s the one who loves you. 

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Sometimes, I swear it’s your voice in the car with me. 

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The day that I don’t love you will soon come. Whether it’s because I’m six feet deep or because I finally found a new reason to live. 

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My feelings are a real thing. 

You can’t say that they’re not. 

Cause I know what I feel. 

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Your ex always told me that you were no good, and that I shouldn’t get attached. She told me that you were the one to blame, and that if it weren’t for you, the two of you would have been together forever. 

Maybe, just maybe, I shouldn’t have listened. 

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I know at least one-hundred thousand words and I cannot even being to fathom a way that would explain how much I love you even though you wouldn’t care.

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And I can’t fucking breathe anymore. My heart hurts and my head is cloudy. And I haven’t done any homework in three weeks. I’m as good as dead. You were my reason for getting out of bed and I can’t do this. 

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Here’s a harsh fact: the boy who only says you’re beautiful when you shed your clothes isn’t going to be there for you when your hard exterior crumbles.