Although I was dying to tell you about my illness, I regret it terribly. I see the way you look at me now. I see the pity in your eyes. Don’t you think I’ve noticed your worried expression whenever we have a discussion and I leave the room? I know what you’re thinking. I know

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Although I was dying to tell you about my illness, I regret it terribly. I see the way you look at me now. I see the pity in your eyes. Don’t you think I’ve noticed your worried expression whenever we have a discussion and I leave the room? I know what you’re thinking. I know

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Sometimes I look at the calendar and I can’t believe it has been almost 2 years since you turned my life into a mess. Well, I helped and maybe I also turned your life into one as well. I’ve been addicted to you since then and I’m just exhausted. I never knew just how much

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Sometimes I look at the calendar and I can’t believe it has been almost 2 years since you turned my life into a mess. Well, I helped and maybe I also turned your life into one as well. I’ve been addicted to you since then and I’m just exhausted. I never knew just how much

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I just can’t think about this stuff anymore Yes, I had my heart broken No, I’ll never be the same But remembering this gets me nowhere I’m going nowhere with these thoughts of the past It’s painful to go nowhere slowly It’s like letting water out of the tub… Need to stay in the present

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I just can’t think about this stuff anymore Yes, I had my heart broken No, I’ll never be the same But remembering this gets me nowhere I’m going nowhere with these thoughts of the past It’s painful to go nowhere slowly It’s like letting water out of the tub… Need to stay in the present

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It’s easy to tell my friends I hate you. It’s easier to tell myself I don’t miss you. But it’s days like these, when my room is quiet, and my eyelids are drooping from lack of sleep, that I lie here and remember. And reflect. And think that maybe things weren’t so bad. We fought

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It’s easy to tell my friends I hate you. It’s easier to tell myself I don’t miss you. But it’s days like these, when my room is quiet, and my eyelids are drooping from lack of sleep, that I lie here and remember. And reflect. And think that maybe things weren’t so bad. We fought

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