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I wish I could yell out everything I wanted to say, but you'd never hear, because you aren't listening. I hate that you led me on, gave me false hope. But I could never actually hate you. Still, why did you have to act like you love me when you didn't? Why did you have to act like you cared about me in that way when you couldn't have? Why did you have to hold my hand and kiss me when you would stop as soon as you found someone else who could do everything I could do, just everyday instead of every once and awhile? It makes me feel used, like an object. It hurts. Now when I think about you, my heart aches. I would do anything to change things, but you can't change someones heart. I know this is emo, but I don't care, because I have to get it out, it's seriously eating me up inside. I try to forget about it, and about you, but I can't, you never forget your first love.