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You ripped me out of your life like a stained page in a book.
You left me in your wake..
My mind is plagued and I’m left trying to find reason in your betrayal.
I’m tired.
I’m tired of the spiraling thoughts in my head that always circle back to ‘why?’
I would rather you scream and yell, telling me you hate me.
An exacerbation of emotions would be better than this cold void you’ve left me in.
Your everything and more?
You snapped your fingers and now i’m a distant memory.