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You made me play your game. Now I'll never be the same. I believed the lie you told. Now that I know the truth, I've never felt so cold. So alone. Heart feels heavy like it's made of stone. I can feel myself sinking. Ever closer to depression. Despair. In desperation I cry out "is anyone there?" No one answers of course. Then your voice pops in my head saying "nobody cares." For a second, I believe it. Then I remember your deceit. In a moment of clarity, I realize listening to you would mean I admit defeat. But I wont let you win. I'll take your words and make them mine. It's the end of the line.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
End of the line.
You made me play your game. Now I'll never be the same. I believed the lie you told. Now that I know the truth, I've never felt so cold. So alone. Heart feels heavy like it's made of stone. I can feel myself sinking. Ever closer to depression. Despair. In desperation I cry out "is anyone there?" No one answers of course. Then your voice pops in my head saying "nobody cares." For a second, I believe it. Then I remember your deceit. In a moment of clarity, I realize listening to you would mean I admit defeat. But I wont let you win. I'll take your words and make them mine. It's the end of the line.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
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