a/n: I wrote it when I was mad. Don't you fucking dare comment on how you think you relate, because you fucking don't. No one could relate to this.

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You think
that you can just make everything
better
by saying you're sorry
and that
you had nothing to say
and that
we've grown apart?

You think
that you can just make this all
go away
by apologizing and
pretending that
something's going to change and
pretending that
you're worth my protection?

You think
that you need my fucking
approval
and that you're going to get it
just because
you asked for it and
just because
he's afraid to go without?

You want my fucking approval?

Fuck you.

a/n: Probably shouldn't have posted that, but whatever. I was pissed. Don't take it to heart.
Or do take it to heart, I probably won't care either way.