love me, leave me. i don't mind, it's alright. all things become tolerable with time. this feeling will pass and be replaced by another. more lovely? i hope so. skin thicker than water, viscous, vicious are these cycles. love me, leave me. i won't hope for anything more. nothing less than ordinary, i'll be sure to find myself further away this time. no excuses but lack of giving a shit, better interests, lapses in judgement, maybe time. love me. i'm leaving.
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