Dear You,
"I feel so small; useless and used. Why must I have these feelings; love, sorrow, hate, fear? I feel so cold; depressed and bitter. Why can't he just come back; make it all better? I feel so much pain; confusion and loneliness. Why can't this all just go away? I feel so dead; inside and out. My smiles hide so many things; you will never know...So many things you will never even ask about."
Sincerelly,
Me.
p.s. i love you.
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