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it was never about you, it was him.
she was right. i felt so much more over you than with the other who should have mattered more.
he was a blank slate and you were a fuse.
even anger is an emotion.
just like hurt.
sprinkled like glitter through my veins.
bright and stinging at first, but fading with time to become a dull throb like a heartbeat, whenever i see your name.
you should be dead to me.
but i've said before that i make friends for life.
i guess you just never saw it that way.