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i have decided i am just a really bad person. and i don't need anyone to tell me any differently; because she knows, and i know, and he knows, and it's very possible that you know.

i suck at being a friend.
i suck at being a christian.
i suck at being a girlfriend.
i suck at being a decent person.
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but when perfection comes, the imperfect dissappears.

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i don't know why i do this to myself, and i don't know how i'm awake. i doubt he ever thinks of me, and if he does it's just thoughts of relief. i imagine the hardest thing i'll ever do is let a perfect person slip out of my hands only because of my own imperfection. my hands are too small.

"I know i cannot see you, even if i wanted to ( Read more... )

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