I wrote this poem in July of 2022.
Delusion is believing this time it will be different ,it’s believing he’s not like the others and really gets you
It’s believing him when he tells you he loves you
when you know how this story always ends
Everything will be fine until one day it’s not
and within a few days
You go from lovers to strangers
Life on the BPD 
Sorry, but it sounds like a self-fulfilling prophecy too me, sadly…; -)
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You’re not wrong but I wrote this last year.
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Ain’t this the truth. It’s better to realise these things sooner than later, we all learn as well go. Thanks for the share, love it!
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