i'm done hoping that we could work it out. i'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels, letting you drag my heart around. oh and i'm done thinking that we could ever change; i know my heart will never be the same, but i'm telling myself i'll be okay. even on my weakest days, i get a little bit stronger.
doesn't happen over night, but you turn around and a month's gone by and you realize you haven't cried. i'm not giving you an hour or a second or another minute longer. i'm busy getting stronger.
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