?

?

was it easy for you to love 

me? i’m not asking about the good days, i’m asking about 

the whole time period in which i 

was allowed in your life. 

was i easy to love? but please, 

do not answer aloud; i can’t bear to hear 

you confirm or deny. for if you 

confirm, i am simply nothing special or 

unique, rather, easy to coexist with 

fading from the limelight. but if you 

deny, i am simply too much 

yet never enough; i overwhelm you when 

i couldn’t fulfill you 

two birds, one broken stone. 

 

i am sorry 

regardless of your answer. 

Amelia_v

VT

19 years old

IceGalaxy

VA

17 years old

The Voice

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