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Surrounded by people yet oh, so alone It took me a month, 12 days and three hours to notice the hole in my stomach from when you told me I deserved it. Why is your voice, then, the one thing I wish yelled it? The sorry sound of apologies I'll never hear, the ones I make up just to rid of that shatter I feel in my spine everytime I remember what you said to me April first before the line went dead, Hell bent on apologies I fabricate and decorate with words my peers love, to reinstate a relationship I all but deconstructed on my own, so why am I alone? Every mistake, I would blame everything you'd take, and I would give more. I still have a bruise on my knees from the night I hit the floor. I'd give until I had nothing left, I have nothing left. I'm a thief. Good at deceiving, convincing everyone around who cares I'm in a good place. God, am I happy. Convincing them I'm losing weight by eating clean and not because I lose my ******* appetite every time I remember you never missed me, I don't sleep. Why did it take a month to feel this hole consume me? I'm empty
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
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Surrounded by people yet oh, so alone It took me a month, 12 days and three hours to notice the hole in my stomach from when you told me I deserved it. Why is your voice, then, the one thing I wish yelled it? The sorry sound of apologies I'll never hear, the ones I make up just to rid of that shatter I feel in my spine everytime I remember what you said to me April first before the line went dead, Hell bent on apologies I fabricate and decorate with words my peers love, to reinstate a relationship I all but deconstructed on my own, so why am I alone? Every mistake, I would blame everything you'd take, and I would give more. I still have a bruise on my knees from the night I hit the floor. I'd give until I had nothing left, I have nothing left. I'm a thief. Good at deceiving, convincing everyone around who cares I'm in a good place. God, am I happy. Convincing them I'm losing weight by eating clean and not because I lose my ******* appetite every time I remember you never missed me, I don't sleep. Why did it take a month to feel this hole consume me? I'm empty
I wrote this in april and just found/revised it after a bad breakup
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22/Gender Nonconforming
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
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