I have definitely wasted this past year on you. And it's fucked me up big time. I am a train wreck. I am what's left after a building burns. I am the sorrow of the families that survived. I am an emotional mess.
And yes, at this point it's all about me. I am done thinking and caring about you. I just need closure. And I might be able to get it shortly.
One bit of luck is what I need. Luck, and 12 months of distance, baby.
Time and distance fixes things. I just need to fix myself up.
Dime que crees.
Maybe then I'll get what the fuck is in your head. You already got tired and replaced me. I still have not who I can trust and love.
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