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Mistake. I hate that word now. I called myself a mistake, and you agreed. Which is funny considering you wouldn't regret it. Considering you know you cant do this to me again but yet here we are. I hate that word so much now, it's such an ugly word. It's a word that hurts and one that slices right through the skin. I hate that word so much, and I hate my feelings too. I hate all these emotions and late night talks and hugs and laughter because it's all bullshit. We're two people sitting in the same car with two different destinations and only one wheel, so please tell me who's driving and where the next stop may be. I cant continue to be the one who's here for you when you want something spontaneous and then gone because you don't want me with what comes next. Yet you tempt me and kiss my neck and forehead and whisper it'll be okay into my ears like you know the future. How can you possibly know that when you cant be truthful with what you want. Do not tell me you care when you only want games. When you only want me as your mistake. I said I'll regret nothing and that you're the one with more to lose because this time I might be what's gone and that'll be your mistake.