I am volatile.
I explode for no reason.
I cry at the smallest things.
I’m as stubborn as a mule, and not much prettier.
I’m childish,
I’m impulsive,
I don’t think half the time.
I’m broken.
You knew all of this, and yet,
"I love you” you said, “Always have, always will, unconditionally”
Did you mean to lie?
~vid~
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