It always comes back to you.
Not to me.
You.
Because wherever I go, I aways bump into you, no matter where I am.
Like today. Like the first day and all other days since I met you.
And honest to god, I can't handle it anymore.
Because it always comes back to you.
And it's not ok. I am not ok.
I am dead tired of looking ok, not being ok, when I know that I only try to convince everyone that I am.
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