Replaceble

Why would you?
How could you?
You're not even my type.
You said you didn't want to lose me, but I bet it was the other way around.
You made me feel irreplaceable, every freaking time you changed your mind.
What did you want? Was I just good company? Did you just expect to be entertained?

It wasn't a lie, I'd never been this open before, and probably I'll never be.


It was never about me—it was about how much you could take without giving anything back.

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