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:: I should be happy for you. But I'm not. The fact that you're never there and that I barely see your face shouldn't
matter this much. But tell me, how can I place burden upon myself when it's you who denies any effort? Each star in last night's
sky seemed to let go of every tear that has fallen because of you, but this surplus of salt water has left me to drown in
my own mistakes. And if I could show you, to hold your hand tighter than you once held me in your gaze, you would hear your
name fall from these blackened lips and to the ground. Because you step on them while you step on me. You step on me. And
with laying facedown in the dirt you've planted below your feet, I would hope to provide you some satisfaction that I will
never call again. Because maybe like myself, I can't stand to benear you anymore ::
I love you...
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