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Love sick scrapbook
I made your misery my home. It has become a part of me. A rash on my skin that itches when you're away. I'll never stop scratching.
You have no idea of what you destroyed inside of me. You have no knowledge of the light you took from me
Nothing feels okay. All the walls are closing all. All I think about are my sins. The pain doesn't end, it only begins.
I want to rip my heart out my ******* chest. Anything to stop it from beating so painfully from old memories.
I cried for you, I cried for us. I cried for what I thought we had. I cried because I was so wrong. I cried because there was nothing left.
How could you deny me? How could you turn your back on what we had, and all I had given you? You left when I needed you.
Maybe someday you'll come back and treat me like the person who gently held your heart. And not some stranger you cruelly tore apart.
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