It’s consumed me. And I can’t even get words out anymore.
It’s hilarious how I could write so much about the hurt I was bound to feel
when I genuinely thought I was happy with you. And now that all that pain has
surfaced and it’s my new reality I can’t even define it. I can’t even come to
terms with the situation I predicted before you even proved to be the person I
didn’t want you to be. I’m always ten steps ahead of the moment I’m in until
there’s nowhere else to run and all I have is the whisper of yesterday to haunt
my tomorrow.
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