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Saturday, July 4, 2015

Why didn't you just grab a knife and carve my heart out of my chest? If the goal was to hurt me, it wouldn't have hurt any less. I guess I thought at last, I knew you. But you've always proven me wrong, so what made me think it would be different this time? I don't want to talk about it anymore. There's no fight left in me. I'm tired of being your fall back option.

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