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Lyrics And Pain

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Chapter 47:

Lyrics And Pain

I was tired "spiritually" I was tired of it all.....

"The pain the rejection the sorrow the regret the lies the deceit
I was tired of loving someone who in the end didn't even have enough respect compassion or even courage to accept me for me or love me beyond skin deep"

"I was tired of being lied to I was tired of being used I was tired of being tired I was tired of being denied I was tired of people telling me to not give up on love when they didn't even understand my agony or how much I had been suffering inside."

"I was tired of having hope when it came to love the cause, in the end, I was just disappointed with days filled with darkness sorrow and rain"

"He watched me as I remained emotionless." "Here before him now stood a woman who gave up on the word love because in the end
it described my life which was filled with nothing but lyrics and pain"

Gifted:

I sat in the back of the limousine pretending to be "emotionless" and numb to the "pain" he had caused me..... I looked out the window as we continued to drive towards our destination. I could feel his eyes watching my every move.

I could feel him wanting to understand the depths of my emotions, as my silence made him feel "uneasy." I could tell my silence was deadly because it killed him. It killed him because it indicated, that I was "hurt."

"So I have the lyrics," Devon said as he watched me stare out the glass window.

"Remember to keep things "cordial," and, "mutual."

"He doesn't care about you "

"He is in love with Zahara Thomas" so keep it "cordial" I reminded myself.

I took the lyrics out his hands. I studied his lyrics they were "amazing" He had so much depth when it came to writing.

"They're okay" I replied nonchalantly.

"Thanks for letting me get a feel for your lyrics," I said as I redirected my focus back out the window.

"Wow, did she really just say my lyrics were just okay?  Devon said to himself as he continued to stare at me.

"That's it??" "Just okay??" He asked with concern.

"Remember, I'm a platinum-selling recording artist" whose songs constantly, climb the top of the billboards" he reminded me.

"Yeah I know, I responded with a "nonchalant attitude" without giving him direct eye contact.

Devon took a deep breath before responding.

"Look Gifted about last night,-"

"Let's not talk about last night," I said cutting him completely off.

"The past is the past"

"You said how you really feel about me, and that's that."

Nothing more needs to be said" I respect your "honesty," and don't want to dwell on what was said."

" I was a fool for thinking you would ever like or care about someone like me, after all, you're a "millionaire someone like "you," would never like someone like me" I continued,