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texting is its own evil

My Text "You seem uninterested in the context of my messages, so I don't feel like anything will be resolved. But I never expected that from you anyways, I'm just wasting my breath. So I'll say what you want to hear: yeah, we're good. I'm good." My Mind: The words that I share with you have no meaning when you close your mind and heart off from me. I feel like I am speaking to a god damn wall. I say one thing and your response is completely unrelated. Maybe if I expect nothing I will hurt less. My tears fall in absence of your affection and care. My feelings and thoughts are neglected. Instead of being a living, breathing body with feelings, thoughts, and dreams I should just become numb; a blank sheet of paper that will only have words written on it that you want to hear.
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madalynn
20 / F
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Written by
madalynn
20 / F
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Oct 9, 2018
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