And here I am again, back in this sad place.
He’s kind, but not everything around him is.
And not with me either —
me, who’s too sensitive.
This tired feeling is starting to creep in.
And I’m confused about my own actions.
What step should I take next?
I’ve done everything I can to make him happy.
But why?
Why is there always this insecurity on his side?
He makes me worry about us.
Or maybe, it’s not entirely him.
But the people who were there before me.
Who am I?
What right do I even have?
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Faj
10 September 2024
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