I am used to being used. I am used to people coming to me when they need me and throwing me away after. I would just be like "oh another one eh..." But I didn't know you were like that too... I thought you were different. I thought I was lucky to have found you who was so different from the rest but it's only just me judging wrongly. It's just my eyes seeing the things my heart wants to see and not what you really are. You came when you needed me. You left when you didn't need me anymore. Every time I look at the little reminders of who we were once I laugh. I would laugh and fall in love with the memories again. Except now I know you are just like all the other humans. My fault for thinking you were an angel.
"How do you know when it's over?"
"When you fall in love with the memories rather than the person standing infront of you."
And so now I know it's finally over.
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