“I hate that you still get to me. I hate that I am still proud of you when you accomplish something. I still hope that you continue to grow and succeed, I still hope that you fulfill all of those dreams you always spoke to me about. I hate that I think of you often, that I believe in you, after all of this time, after all of this hurt. I hate that I care. I hate that I care so fucking much.” (words by Blaire Bates)
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
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