i stick cigarette butts in my heart

sometimes, things that shouldnt hurt me hurts anyway.

but isnt that always the case with us?

we live life as best we can.. and then bam something comes along, something creeps up on us, catches up and we're left aching, hurting.

wouldnt things be so much easier if we had something, someone, anything to blame.

so much harder when we know, no one is at fault and yet, we still feel the way we do..

so we take it upon ourselves and blame us.

and suddenly, we're the guilty ones.

and we ache even more.

xoxo
you know you love me

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