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wandering through memories and piecing things together.
i wonder why i bother.
yet that's the way it goes.
everything wrong that can happen, will.
and it never fails.
...
what family i had.... i know it's gone.
all emotions of what i thought were love....
i'm sure they're gone too.
nothing can be pieced back together the shards can only lay where they are..
and i've accepted it.
the pendant hangs around my neck.
i'm not sure if i deserve to wear it, anymore.
.
.
.
i don't need your sympathy or pity.
go throw your pity party i have my own.
and it's just me sitting at my table....
all alone.
i wonder why i bother.
yet that's the way it goes.
everything wrong that can happen, will.
and it never fails.
...
what family i had.... i know it's gone.
all emotions of what i thought were love....
i'm sure they're gone too.
nothing can be pieced back together the shards can only lay where they are..
and i've accepted it.
the pendant hangs around my neck.
i'm not sure if i deserve to wear it, anymore.
.
.
.
i don't need your sympathy or pity.
go throw your pity party i have my own.
and it's just me sitting at my table....
all alone.