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Oct 2014
I thought we were done.
You had become a stranger, a figment of my imagination.
But now you're back and you're weakening me.
I can't even find the strength to smile.
My girlfriend asks me to talk, but I can't without bursting into tears.
And for what?
I'm worn from the strain of pretending to be alright.
Step back.
Go bother someone else (but I'd rather you didn't).
Leave me alone.

With disdain,
Leigh
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