Destruction

Sometimes, I feel like certain people don’t really love to genuinely love. Sometimes ppl are just there. They comfortable or you benefit them somehow. Sometimes it may look like you got the whole book completed but when you stop and think back to a certain page, you can’t find it. Those memories are long gone. This book is old… pages are torn and there’s missing pieces. You ever feel alone even with someone? The feeling of feeling unwanted is painful. It’s destruction .

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