Once again, I let them do this to me. I hate this feeling of constant emptiness. And I'm done with being so alone in this world. It's particularly my fault, for being so caught up and needy. He told me all I did was bitch and whine, but he lives so far so how would he know if I'm truly hurting and that his words hurt most.
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Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
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