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I will resent you for the rest of my days, even if they somehow find a way to intertwine with yours again. I hate you for saving me. For showing me how heroic I could be if I put my mind to it. For teaching me to let people in and making me see all the love I have to give them. I'll always hate you for that. It makes me sick that I was sick before and now that I've regained my health, I've spread the spores to everyone else & now they are infected. For the record you did not reject me, I quarantined myself, you're so very welcome. I will resent you for the rest of my days for promising me the world then leaving me to cope alone with loss and the paradox of better words.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
The Loss
I will resent you for the rest of my days, even if they somehow find a way to intertwine with yours again. I hate you for saving me. For showing me how heroic I could be if I put my mind to it. For teaching me to let people in and making me see all the love I have to give them. I'll always hate you for that. It makes me sick that I was sick before and now that I've regained my health, I've spread the spores to everyone else & now they are infected. For the record you did not reject me, I quarantined myself, you're so very welcome. I will resent you for the rest of my days for promising me the world then leaving me to cope alone with loss and the paradox of better words.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
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