Take another stab at the armor,
its cracking from all the blows
"I love you so much and you don't love me anymore."
How much longer can my armor take the blows before you're just stabbing at my body?
How many more times are you going to hurt me before you're satisfied?
Is this what I'm going to endure the rest of my life,
Or are you going to be the guy I fell for?
What the hell am I to do?
Because leaving you means I'll have nobody.
My mom's worst fears are coming true.
Sometimes I can't wait until grad school so I can move away again.
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