who wants to save a lost cause?
maybe because if it proves to be of no avail, you can gloat.
and if it works out, you are left with a broken hearted summer.
all the inside jokes.
all the smiles.
all the times we exchanged "i love you"s and only one of us meant it.
this love is reciprocated into scars.
maybe we love to hurt.
maybe we just smile to lie.
but i'm sick of everything i do turn me into someone i'm not.
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