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I know what you mean when you say that to me, I think I know what you mean because you never really tell me what you mean. Those phrases of logic prick my eyes with impudent accuracy producing just enough water to trigger the feelings of crying but without the release of tears.
"I'm busy"...."not right now"....."sorry I have plans"....."I can't because of this..."
Whenever I reach out yet I still can't shout out to you what I feel because you were there for me once. Now those memories of your hand reaching out for mine bind my wrists and mouth as I silently get cast aside time after time. Am I even worth your time? Because it seems you'd rather be anywhere but with me and I hate myself with a burning aftertaste for feeling this way after all you've done. But still your not here when I need you now. And I was never there for you ever because you don't open the door when I knock and I've tried the windows, the garden and the vines but again I get cast aside and I watch from the side as you let others in one after another but you still tell me I'm special you still act as though I'm needed but I know I'm not so maybe I don't hate me maybe I hate you because you never tell me what you mean.
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Ophelia
This is actouly so good! I guess this is written from personal experience too so I can relate to that too ♡♡♡
thank you sm!! and yh it is im writing a short story on a similar experience please come back and check ^-^
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Sure I will follow your blog then ^^
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