First Installment

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   I thought people cared. I thought you cared. I realize now I was being used. I was just a tool to help you feel better. A little piece of your puzzle. A little dot of your respect. I lost that respect long ago. Look at me know. Intrusting, broken, shattered. Look what you did to me. You broke me down. You ruined me. I guess it was all for the best. You made me happy at the time. But thats over now. Now there are more important people in your life and we barely talk. I guess I deserve that. I never deserved happiness. Guess I should be glad it lasted as long as it did. Im broken now. But who cares besides me. Who would care if I died today? Who would care if I commited suicide? I used to think you would. Until you broke me. Until you punched me right in the heart. Until you made me cry for you. Made me feel your pain. I know u never cried over me. Never cared about me. Never gave a crap about what happened to me. It was all just an act. All just a game. All just a lie. But I know better now. I know not to trust you. But in learning this I developed issues. I developing trusting issues. And I cant ever trust anyone again. You ruined me. But I still love you. I still cant ruin you. I still cant lose you. I still cant live without you. So go ahead shatter me more. What harm can it do now?  Im already shattered beyond repair. Am I really like humpty dumpty? Am I too broken to be put back together again? I guess that okay. I don't want to be fixed if you don't love me back. ~Allena Seward

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