I wonder:
How the hell do you fix a broken heart, when the one with the knowledge (and feelings) to do it, is the one who broke it on the first place?
What a silly question for this silly girl.
broken
You
Why don’t you just leave?
At my Window I see you
You won’t stop hurting
Worth
You just lost everything but gained nothing in return.
Was it worth it?
Was that ephimeral (almost non-existent) glimpse of happiness even worth it?
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