It hurts how much I love them how much I think about them I hate it I hate it so much I think about them a lot..too much. It’s hard not to they’re perfect I wish I could tell them that. They can’t know I feel like this it will fuck everything up. I’m the second option and I’ll have to be fine with that. I’m lucky I even get to be that. I just want them to know I care more about them than I care about myself
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