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It's slowly starting to make sense. All I feel is an empty stomach.
A bottomless pit that will never be fullfilled .
I think I have actually felt love this time, and he throws it away like nothing. This morning is the only morning he didn't kiss me before he left. When I said something he didn't care. He walked away. I don't exsist. All the good guys can't be yours. How do they all manage to slip through fingers like sand? I never knew sand was such a treasure. I guess I've grabbed to many handfuls.
So I sit here alone, thinking of us. The us that can't be. The us that you don't want. There's that empty feeling deepining. Scaring my heart, but hey what's a few more? I did it to myself.
I'm not sure how many more times I can take this. Another year wasted with someone who doesn't even think twice about how good it's been. I just don't understand. How is this so easy? Does it mean he didn't care all along?
I feel dead inside.
I love you. I loved you.