To think

And to think all this time I wasted tring to be your everything when you were nothing.
To imagine the massive rivers of tears I threw up onto paper in mounds of emotion,
my emotion. Was all a
waste.
To even fathom that all the dedication and effort I put into keeping you was a worthless attempt at a happiness I'll never possess.
That every time
I let it go.
stepped back.
didn't. speak out.was just giving you more time with her.nd as you say the words.
Oh.
Those words.
You dare utter aloud.
'it's not you it's me'
then my tears flow.
They go on. On. And on.





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