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there is such an angry dark hole i will never be all you care for |and i breathe each hour |paying heavy penance for that involuntary sin that your own heart|just as barren soil lacks the basic components for growth and nurturing. |Love cannot thrive in that desiccated shell of yours| i adored your every breath, longed to float on your every word depressed that you won't love me and perceive the empathy within me my heart has heaved through all the stages of loss and grief that you hate me, that you doubt your professed forever’ness feeling tortured, disbelief & misery riddled with pitiful but inevitable attempts at bargaining for a better outcome… the burning rage ensuing i do not know which of us to be sorrier for. |
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