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Pariah
Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The last words you told me was that I was lovely, or some form of matter anyone would love.

But everything you're doing now only reminds me of how those who hated me. Silence. Rejection. Non-existence.

Getting over you is one thing, but getting over the hurts and scars you left behind will take more than just forgetting.

I'll never believe those words again. I'm not hard to love. I wasn't meant to be loved. Never felt any worse in my life.

Cant find the strength to do any of my 7 assignments. 2 more weeks. It'll be over.

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