Here's to the Mondays

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"No matter what, I'm always with you."

Then he left. Fuck life, of course it does this to me, and only me. Why me? Of course, some shit like "oh, it's God preparing you." No. The only reason in my life really flew away. But oh well? No. Look me in the damn eyes and try and say it's okay. You can't. Because simply life is not real. Good luck trying to find me. I'm lost and stuck in the middle of lies, love, and life.