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I love words, although, I do not think they love me.

Words hold their own unique meanings. You can use them as you like to convey the point you are trying to get across.

You can tell someone you love them in only a matter of three words.

I love you.

You can tell someone that you do not feel for them as you once did in only two.

It’s over.

I love words, I tend to only use the lovely, intricate, beautiful, ones.

However, the only words I receive are the ones you don’t want to hear, the ones that make you want to scream, the ones that make you want to disappear.

I love words, although, they don’t love me.

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Interestingly enough, all it took for me to truly find myself was to become so earth shatteringly heartbroken, that when I began to pick up the broken pieces- I began to recognize the girl I’d reassembled more so than the girl I was before.

That heartbreak was best thing that could have ever happened to me. Not because of what it taught me, but because of who it made me.

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Bound to endure an endless sort of love

Loud are the shouts of doubt in my head

Will my heart ever be enough to mend?

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How come you get to be the one to leave, when I was the one you wanted to stay?

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Am I really so bad?

Is it really so hard to be around me?

What about all those things you said-

-all those things you promised.

What about all the time I spend worrying about you about your feelings?

What about my feelings?

What about me?

After all that time we spent planning our futures

After the late night talks and sunset walks

After the all the promises and endless laughter

How come you get to be the one to leave, when I was the one you wanted to stay?

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“It’ll get better, I promise.”

But when?

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If you have to think about whether or not you’re attracted to them, you’re not.

And that’s okay.

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When the waves begin to pull you in

When you reach for that last breath of air

When you brace for the end…

Cut your anchor.

Come back to the surface

Breathe the fresh sea air

Brace yourself for the world ahead of you.

Cut your anchor.

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anybody else like barely managing to be functional and keep it together or

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You said so much, and yet nothing at all.

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It’s over, but all I feel is an overwhelming relief.

It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s finally over.

And now I can finally breathe.

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In my eyes, I am unfulfilled.

In my mind, I am inexperienced.

In my ears, I am uneducated.

In my mouth…are words waiting to be uttered but lack the ability to do so.

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We talked for hours, but you never heard me.

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I hate being careful.

I want to be reckless for once.

Maybe then I’ll feel something.

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I survived.

You will too.

Please don’t break my heart because… because I don’t think I could survive it.

I don’t think I could survive the heartbreak that would come with losing you…

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I wish I couldn’t see you.

Well not the real you anyway.

The version of you that seems to be in every thing I do.

It’s not the real you, if it were I would have stayed.

But alas, the you that follows me- haunts me-is a version of you that was made up, by you.

The real you scares me to this day, that’s why I left.

I see you in people I meet.

In movies I see, in books I read.

I see you in the way I speak, the way I just simply be.

I just want it to stop. I want you to stop.

I want to go on as if you never existed.

So please, please.

Just make it stop.