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The thing is, I can be angry. It gets me by. I can work myself up enough to be FURIOUS with you. But sometimes. I feel like I'm falling apart remembering the good times. What could have been. It's those times that I start wondering if you still have dreams about me. I guess I'm just waiting for you to wake up one day and realize how completely FUCKED you are for choosing him. I know you love me. What I don't know is why you gave that up to live an unhappy life that you are bleeding away by your own hand.