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Why can’t I let myself be happy? Why is it that every time something absolutely PHENOMENAL happens, my mind starts to beat me down into a ****** messy pulp? Why does it hurt to be happy? He hugged me. Said I was sweet. But yet I’m not ecstatic as I should be. Perhaps it’s my ability to see that we will never happen? My ability to see that it was nothing? Just pity. He pitied me, pitied my poem. I poured out my heart and soul, and gave it to him on a golden platter. Yet he feels nothing in return. He only said it was sweet because he felt sorry; sorry that it had to be him. He only hugged me because he felt pity. I’m just a charity case. Nothing more.
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 12:54 AM UTC
Nothing more than charity.
Why can’t I let myself be happy? Why is it that every time something absolutely PHENOMENAL happens, my mind starts to beat me down into a ****** messy pulp? Why does it hurt to be happy? He hugged me. Said I was sweet. But yet I’m not ecstatic as I should be. Perhaps it’s my ability to see that we will never happen? My ability to see that it was nothing? Just pity. He pitied me, pitied my poem. I poured out my heart and soul, and gave it to him on a golden platter. Yet he feels nothing in return. He only said it was sweet because he felt sorry; sorry that it had to be him. He only hugged me because he felt pity. I’m just a charity case. Nothing more.
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 12:54 AM UTC
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