Eleven eleven and I'm thinking of you even though you're thinking of her. I guess this just about sums up our entire relationship. You wish you had never met her, and in some ways I wish I had never met you. You used me, at least have the balls to admit it. This hurts less the second time around, but still fucking hurts. You still want to be friends, big surprise there. I don't know if I can do it. I love you, even if you can never get your heart back from her. It's hopeless to want you still but it's not like I can help it. You can't expect me to be happy, how dare you ask me if I'm mad at you. What did you think was going to happen, we'd be perfectly fine pretending that everything's alright? Maybe you're okay with this, but I'm not. I told myself I could let you go if I needed to. Now I guess I have to put it to the test.
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