Tell Me

Please, tell me I’m nothing. Tell me I never mattered. Tell me this was your masterplan. To swoon me, and give the moon to me, then rip it out of my hands. You turned my dreams to dust. I hate this, and I hate what you have done. I hate that I’ve allowed what you’ve helped me to become.

~heart & soul~

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