I'm hollowed out. I buried my heart where no one can touch it. I'm still standing. Still breathing. But let's be honest, I've been slaughtered.
She's all I think about. My glue. But I can't gain my strength from her. She needs to lean on me.
Lies. Betrayal. Dishonesty.
I don't care about making sense. I don't desire to be seen as sane. I'm not worried about the appearance of my intellect.
I'm tired of forming words that will never hold true meaning.
"I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it"
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