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Dec 2014
How ironic
that as I constantly reminded you
not to pour all of yourself
into someone who barely gave you
a piece of who they are,
I poured all of myself into you.
Now with nothing in return
I am so ******* empty
and with no one to blame but myself.
Can't you see what I've done?
Bec
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Bec  29/Cisgender Female/Ghost Planet
(29/Cisgender Female/Ghost Planet)   
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