Sometimes

I just wonder

  1. Will I ever be as important to you as you are to me?
  2. Is it possible to live with yourself when you’re with one, but want to be with another?
  3. Why are there some mistakes that we do not allow ourselves to forget, even when thinking about them is so destructive?
  4. It’s one thing to unintentionally hurt someone, but how do you bring yourself to knowingly rip a person up?
  5. Why do I let myself obsess over every act of your hand and your tongue?
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