i used to fear you'll be the only one who will never truely find yourself, you'll shatter into no more than a few peices and never find any of them again. you will have so many faces you will forget which one i liked the most. i tried to save you once and twice and thrice and never. soon you won't be able to fill my sentences anymore. i can't see you under all that make up. i can't see you anymore. i can't like you. you are so broken to everyone . you're so dead.
i now fear i will never be able to erase you, or the fact i couldn't save you from my memory.
i hate you for this.