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I don't even know how to explain it. It's like, I'm not heartbroken in a loud way anymore. I'm not crying every night. I'm just empty. It's like someone turned off the light inside me and now I'm just sitting in the dark, pretending it's fine.

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if we’re not thirsty for eachother what’s the point

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Sometimes a person doesn't even love you. They just know you're a good person and like the thought of having you.

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i feel replaceable in every situation i’m in

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i want to be important to someone without having to prove my worth

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No revenge, because one day you'll look back and realize that unlike everyone else, i genuinely had the purest intentions with you and just wanted to love you.

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sorry for not responding i just don't have the mental capacity to hold a conversation anymore

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i just need someone to hold me. not only in their arms, but with the depths of their heart and soul.

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No body talks about the angry stage of healing. The frustration you feel when you realize how long you were taken advantage of, ignored, and made to feel not good enough. The rage you feel towards the people who hurt you, abused you, and took advantage of your heart.

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from Franz Kafka's "Letters to Felice"