Right under my feet is air made of bricks that pulls me down, turns me weak for you. I found myself repeating like a broken tune, and I’m forever excusing your intentions and I give in to my pretendings which I forgive you, each time without me knowing they melt my heart to stone.

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" Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you. "
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