Maybe we stayed so we wouldn’t be alone, and maybe we knew that it wasn’t us but just someone who was always there, Maybe our love wasn’t pure and our intentions weren’t true, but it was love nonetheless, and together we felt something, and anyone who makes you feel something is worth it. I’m not sure if it’s the frustration, or the fight, or the convoluted intentions, or even our polluted love, but it has to be something.
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