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I wish I could go back to the day we met I thought I was finally happy, and yet though things seemed fine on the surface it seemed that the deeper you go it would only get worse I'd send you a message, only to be ignored just a toy for you to play with when you got bored I helped you through the worst of situations but would you do the same for me? at this point i'd say probably not since ignoring me is what you do best, running away from your problems so you don't have to face them, using every excuse in the book for your actions as if i'd keep taking them. We talked about this before, many times it would seem that i'll never get through

There's no word for the onomatopoeia that is inner collapse, dejection and a human body crumpling to the ground his name is only one letter a scar on me now, let it be known let me be branded I don't know where to go or what to want, or what to need all I can say is there is misery and I would succumb to that, sickly as the husk of a dead Sycamore Tree it seems falling down is all I'll ever be sicker, my putrid bark and leaves all float away from me in ash the past haunts the spirit that I appear to the public as repulsive laughter, cruelty, welcomed with defiance of the dying when they see... That my will is not just my own, for it al