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Comment on Three Days by ~malikamustang

I have an odd feeling that something in this could relate to me, the being an asshole bit. I have yet to "move on" I haven't gotten a new girl, nor am I looking for one. I wrote a stupid poem because it was rambling around in my head and just wouldn't leave me alone.
I am sorry that there was some misunderstanding but the fact remains I am still broken over someone .. I do like you but I just don't know how... My feelings are tearing me apart. Just ask Nichole, I have been ill since mid November, I get very little sleep and when I do I don't get rest.
Every time I feel that I have started to "get over it" I see her, or someone starts talking to me about her and I feel sick and depressed for the next four days. Is my emotional suffering not enough? Is my physical self destruction not enough? Do you really wish me to die as you said in that text message that I STILL have on my phone? I am sorry to say that I can't die because I have to live for people I know that died before their time and I must live the life that I tried to escape SIX times already, yeah six I only wrote poems about two but there are more... More times and more scars.
If it makes you feel better I think by the end of summer I will leave this State and never come back because I seem to have lost all the people I have ever cared about over these past six months. Friends... Family... Everyone.
This might be a long post and if you want have it deleted the Gods know that I deserve that but just remember this. You wished me dead for something that didn't happen the way you thought it did nor was it going that way.
Honestly making this post has brought me the closest to crying anything has in near four years. I do hope that I die in your heart completely so I can never cause this much pain again, as do I wish my heart dies so I will never be able to give to another what you so thought I was.

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Life comes at you fast so be prepared to block the blows it will send your way.

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I have an odd feeling that something in this could relate to me, the being an asshole bit. I have yet to "move on" I haven't gotten a new girl, nor am I looking for one. I wrote a stupid poem because it was rambling around in my head and just wouldn't leave me alone.
I am sorry that there was some misunderstanding but the fact remains I am still broken over someone .. I do like you but I just don't know how... My feelings are tearing me apart. Just ask Nichole, I have been ill since mid November, I get very little sleep and when I do I don't get rest.
Every time I feel that I have started to "get over it" I see her, or someone starts talking to me about her and I feel sick and depressed for the next four days. Is my emotional suffering not enough? Is my physical self destruction not enough? Do you really wish me to die as you said in that text message that I STILL have on my phone? I am sorry to say that I can't die because I have to live for people I know that died before their time and I must live the life that I tried to escape SIX times already, yeah six I only wrote poems about two but there are more... More times and more scars.
If it makes you feel better I think by the end of summer I will leave this State and never come back because I seem to have lost all the people I have ever cared about over these past six months. Friends... Family... Everyone.
This might be a long post and if you want have it deleted the Gods know that I deserve that but just remember this. You wished me dead for something that didn't happen the way you thought it did nor was it going that way.
Honestly making this post has brought me the closest to crying anything has in near four years. I do hope that I die in your heart completely so I can never cause this much pain again, as do I wish my heart dies so I will never be able to give to another what you so thought I was.

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Life comes at you fast so be prepared to block the blows it will send your way.
"I have been ill since mid November, I get very little sleep and when I do I don't get rest.
Every time I feel that I have started to "get over it" I see her, or someone starts talking to me about her and I feel sick and depressed for the next four days."

That makes two of us.

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"Love's always meant to be." - Cupid
Why is it that as humans we do nothing more in the end then force hurt on other and ourselves and not even realize it until we suffer so?

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Life comes at you fast so be prepared to block the blows it will send your way.
Old mantra: People are stupid.

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"Love's always meant to be." - Cupid
Some more then others, but I speak from experience I guess.

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Life comes at you fast so be prepared to block the blows it will send your way.

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