I have since been busy mending pieces of myself
That I didn't even realize how hard you fell
But I felt your crush from a distance
And I knew how hard I might have pushed you
But it was too late to apologize
Love has always been distasteful
Like sipping poison with a straw
And expecting not to die
But strive living on something
That is killing you slowly
With the hope of living happily ever after
But happiness is just not the absence of pain
But the absence of you not being around at all
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