Here's the thing about when people leave me; once you are gone, I convince myself you never felt anything for me. My depression has conditioned me into believing that once they are gone, so is everything they felt. So don't be surprised if you say you love me and I look away or laugh. To me, that love never existed in you. When someone leaves me, I wipe their plate clean and tell myself it always was that way. Don't be surprised by how doubtful I will be. To me, you never cared at all.
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