And the way they act around certain people
They make you feel a certain way.
Think certain things.
Think certain things that you aren't really certain about.
They make you think that you're supposed to be left to carefully pick the petals off of dead roses, grasping the stem though it may have thorns.
We get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
It takes us by the wrist, digging its filthy nails into your sensitive skin.
It really gets to you
And makes you feel dead inside
And we wonder
Why
Why do some people love to see the pain of someone they once loved?
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