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I'm a very rational person, but a person can only be pushed so far before their eyes gush forth salty remembrance. It is hard to hold composure while the pores in your skin scream with rage.

To this day I don't understand why you continue you play with my heart. Why you happen to have a set image in your head of what I am, but in the same moment smile and claim you 'love' me. I fear that my eyes have opened and I have caught of glimpse of the real you. You were just interested in money. You were interested in food and shelter. Yes, you were interested in sharing life and moments, but only your life, only your moments. You stuck around for the blunts, the bowels, and the ******** joints. You were only in it for the sex.
A tall, lanky man is too thin to carry any secret. You tried to hide it, but I can see right through the spaces in between your ribs.

Is it my fault? Have I done something to you I am unaware? Have you done this because I've done so much? Because I have always given whatever I have, you just assume I will give, no matter how awful you treat me. You've left me stranded. You've barked at me and I still crawled over towards you. You will cut me off and I will run back. I claim it's because of love but is love supposed to hurt this bad?

Can it make you grow older? Because I feel that.



Will it increase sensitivity? My fingers are starting to feel numb.




Can it ever end without ending me?