𝟔:𝟒𝟓
“6:45—an alarm not just for waking,
but for proof of my loyalty.
My thumbs typed ‘good morning’
before my thoughts did.
My words like offerings.”
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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞
“not that you were ever mature at all.
you pushed my boundaries,
forced my affection,
and made me delude myself into believing i liked your touch.
but deep down—
i never did.”
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