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"I'm proud of you" it would say. Proud that I kept my true feelings at bay, that I didn't hurt anyone but myself.
I can't confront someone that they made me feel hurt, betrayed, ignored, used, forgotten. I can't say that you are the reason I suffer, that I want to yell at you, for what you did.
But I don't want to hurt anyone. The pain of hurting someone sticks to me. It makes me also hurt. So no matter what I do, I get hurt.
This kinda refers to two people, who seem to forget me. At least, to my eyes. They don't follow me, but I follow them. And I still do surprisingly.
I usually don't call out people. But I just had to let my feelings out. The feelings that keep tormenting me.
