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Jul 2014
You're the worst kind of person.
You take my problems and contrast them to your own.
You have no idea what it's like,
Grow the **** up!
I don't even think about you anymore except when you leave me pathetic voicemails,
Still wasting my time,
But now it's all ******* mine!
You're nothing to me.
You're nothing.
Tell me how it feels to be so worn out and worn in to?
That's how you always made me feel for 18 months!
You say sorry one time
You think that makes everything okay?
It doesn't, so *******!
I don't care what you have to say!
I'm not ready to go down that easily.
I'll never be ready.
You wore me down and washed me out, until I was almost transparent but I stood up for myself,
I was on the ground, gasping and you kicked the air out of my lungs,
You wanted me dead from the inside out!
Now I'm yelling in my bedroom on Sunday morning,
All these words I've been dying to cut out of me,
I don't care if you miss me,
You're a ******* liar!
You deserve nothing,
You are nothing to me!
Emma Pickwick
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