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feeling obsessive, the one I wont forget is the one who has forgotten me, my soul crushed thrown away and stolen, I mourn for the one I stay up for at night, but in reality I am living in a repetitive cycle of pain and delusion I must let my emotions glide away from me and forget about the one I call my love, I want to believe one is waiting for me but I must face that I am truly alone,
how i wish i could escape this endless well of sorrow and misery, i want a light in my life that makes things okay again. i sit and wait desperately for the one ive dedicated my love to, but in reality he doesnt even know i am waiting, in reality i have made my own fake scenario to make myself feel better when i need to except the brutal honest truth that the one i love, does not love me. allthough its hard that i have to let go of a connection i felt so strongly of, i look forward to the benefits of freedom and happiness, perhaps eventhough i still have to deal with the bad unfair parts of life, atleast i will have the glimpse of closure i deserve, atleast i will accomplish the ability to cope without him. goodbye to the drunk texts, goodbye to the feeling of loneliness, goodbye to the memories i have of us, goodbye to the begging and hoping, goodbye to all the times you completely ignored everything i had to say about how I FELT. i wish i couldve ended up as friends with them, but honestly. i do ok alone and im sure it will get easier, i want greatly to open new relationships into my life but its so hard when youre in love with someone who doesnt even acknowledge you at all. my love is your burden.

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luelle
05:54 May 22 2023

your way of writing is absolutely beautiful. wishing you the best ♡

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I find myself wasting away in life, the crave of thou loved one that wants nothing to do with I, depressing, and hopeless, the promises washed away from the one I call my one true love, the memories, the pain, thrown, forgetten, and smashed by the dreadful grasp of life, ones pain must not show through as I must not let him know he has gotten a reaction, for then I shall reminisce the idea of death knowing I have let a man get the best of one who holds such great beauty, the crave of thou who leaves one sitting in a lone full room, nothing but a pillow covered in tears, the feeling of wanting to throw up from the thought of him, and never wanting to awaken slumber. I realize, I have caught myself in the suspenseful act of obsession and grief as I mourn for the one who has no care nor remorse for ones actions, I find myself in a bottomless pit of nothingness as I stretch the idea that one does not need the toxicity of a man to create self love, tis hard to come face to face with, but I know it is what is best.