I loved you
You hurt me
We fought.
--Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.
You came back
Another chance was granted
I love you again.
Something happened
We fought
--Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.
You came, again, somehow
The courtship start, AGAIN
But--
--I felt insecure all the time
When are you gonna leave, AGAIN?
Would I still be there to accept you, AGAIN?
If it shall happen, AGAIN, would there still be love?
Nowadays, I'm playing with all these familiar insecurities--
--AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN.
♔ The Gojes Gomez ツ
- Fiq ツ™
- 24 years old girl who had gained quite much and lost quite a lot. Life goes on but feelings are so subjective so hell yeah! 😅
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