Do you know what it's like to be wrong time and time again?
To think you know who someone is- worse, to respect, admire, adore them- only to find out exactly how wrong you were, in excruciating detail?
Do you know what it's like to love an illusion? Worse, to have chosen to love?
That seems to be all I do. I'm a terrible judge of character.
Worse, I fall for the same lies every time.
Nighttime is always worse. Once the sun rises I doubt I'll feel too much.
I should stop writing when it's dark. It makes me sound so fragile.
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