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july 11th, 2017

my sorrows, they build up when you ask
me if i am alright, and my words have hurt you, they probably have.

and i'm sorry i keep hurting you for no reason really; you always listen to me speak.

but, nowadays, you feel distant to me, and distanced people only grow more distant.

my mother said with friends you should only speak of happy things. i'm sorry i haven't been doing that for you really. i'm not a good friend; i'm not a good person either really.

and i guess it's kind of funny how my chest hurts in real life now, right where my heart happens to be. emotional pain does become physical pain so it seems, but i deserve it anyway. it really is my fault for everything.

and i know it's a selfish thing to say, but i'm a selfish being who's good for nothing anyway.

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