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its the evenings that hurt the most. the time when i stop working long enough to feel the silence of loniness. you left me here. you left this mess. how could you have lived knowing that you were breaking me? how could you have told me you loved me while returning home from another? in the end, i was disposable. it was too bad for me that i chose you to love forever; you who so easily threw me away. i cant live with this pain anymore. it burns in the center of my chest. i cant breathe. i want so desperately to be loved by someone, anymone, that i am behaving badly. the dialogue in my head isnt pretty, and probably shouldnt be there in the first place. im tired, so tired.