sorry about the phone call. and needing you. some decisions you don't make. i guess its just like breathing. but not wanting to. there is something's you can't fake.

it feels like i never learn,

i swim in the same circle.

paddling to keep the absolute crazy at bay.

repeat the pattern, 

treat every person as if they where the last person.

phone at midnight. 

begging.

hoping that you are actually the last person,

threatening. 

to put an end to this pattern. 

you couldn't be saved. 

(how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them?)

and it damn near killed me. again. 

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