I end things as if I hate it so much.
I’m still perfectly breathing after the break up anyway.
So don’t do the thing that kills and buries the heart.
Don’t ask me if I’m alright.
What I want is the indifference that resembles me.
The whole world is acting so damn dramatic.
There’s no use in keeping track of love, it’s just instinct.
It’s funny, what separates humans from beasts and what turns
humans into beasts is love.
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