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You ask if I love you, while accusing me of sleeping around, talking to anyone but me, constantly telling me you don't care about my problems, or telling me that it's my fault. You don't pay much concern to my interests, and everything I say to you goes in one ear, and out the other. The things that do stick, turn you into an evil asshole, and you defend yourself instead of considering how I feel.
So do I love you?
At one point there was no doubt, but it becomes hard to love or care about someone who obviously doesn't care about you.
Do I want a new life with me?
Why when you've told me you don't want marriage, or a house, the things that I so desperately want. Maybe it's you who doesn't want a life with me.
Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, when your spirit is crushed, it just goes away. Can you get it back? I don't know but it's not on me to try this time. I've tried for years to show I care. I'm worn out.
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