Honestly, I want you out of my life. I'd love to cut you out and be completely done with you. But, somehow, someway, I find myself trying to talk with you. Even if I know you won't answer. I still go out of my way to message you and then get shot down when I expect you to answer and you don't. I can't help but wonder if you're okay. I know you are though. It's like you can just move on without a glance back. I can't do that. Honestly, I hate myself for it. You treat me like you don't care about me, yet I come back and I come back, thinking you have changed. Silly me. I don't fall in love often, but when I do, I fall hard. I fall thinking you'll be there to catch me, but of course you never are. I hope life treats you kindly. I hope you find someone who loves you almost as much, if not more than I did. You deserve it. You deserve to be happy. If you're happy, I'm happy.
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Sense of Exile
Puisi'Exile refers to the state of being barred from one's native country. It represents a profound sense of loss and separation, impacting identity and belonging.' I hope you feel less alone here.
