Analyzer or perfectionist. Both.

by withenamora

I remember this heartbreak. It is the same one I had last year.
Betrayed, to be hurt by the ones who swore to protect you.
You used to take my fading smile away. But where is that you now.
Fill my heart with laughter again. Smile when I still have teeth.
Yet tonight, like all the other nights, is a lonely night.
Not a single text from anyone. Nor a single smile to be seen.

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