Every night I think about how I've climbed into a shell these past weeks and I can't find a valid reason for doing so. Unless you count betrayal or pain. Both are deadly with gut wrenching clarity. I gave you my trust, it was yours to do with as you pleased. Typically, my luck meant I got tugged at further despite all I gave up for you to call you my friend. Every word. Did it mean a thing? I got hurt, so what? I took a chance on a new connection. I grasped it. Felt it. Needed it. Yet... Somehow, It meant nothing To you. I think I give up. The pain. Too much.
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