the worst thing is not feeling exceptional to the person i love most.
imagine if they treated every woman the same way, cared about each of them the same way.
or something

the worst thing is not feeling exceptional to the person i love most.

even though i realized how selfish it is,
sometimes death still creeps up on me and i tiptoe onto it.
but then i cry to fall asleep.

ps.
loving you is not hard
it's the selfishness of expecting you to love me the very same way back.

pps
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