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I was never good enough for you, and I never will be.

(So many times, I'd try to make you understand, explain it forwards and backwards, a million ways, but you just weren't there. We were never on the same plane. Disconnected, I'd just curl up next to you, just wishing, wishing, wishing you'd just know.)

So fuck it.

(No! No! NO! I didn't want to let you go, I didn't want to just.)

I'm a ghost. Why don't you listen? Why don't you listen? Why don't you

(I finally did it, I finally, finally said something, it was easy really, it just spilled out of my mouth, these brave words just spilled out before you and you said, no. You said, I do not accept your sacrifice. I do not accept your, this.)

listen?

I can never talk to you, why don't you ever tell me? You never TELL me! You never tell me.

(Never, never, never, never, no, there can't be that many, I just. What? I just, just, I'm trying to sort things out in my head, but they're so... something, there's no, words, there's no, logic, there's no beginning to the story, no anything, nothing.)

Goodnight.
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Mood: Shhhhhhh, now hush
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