I'll take the empty rotten pain of a broken heart and gut wrenching of the loss of love over the empty stoicism. At least this feels.... Something that had been one sided for so long. I loved, you looked at me blankly unable to reciprocate.
It became normal, until I just had enough and broke. It wasn't until I had had enough of you bringing nothing to the table and I backed out, thats when the wind blew you, hell, it fucking picked you up and dropped you on your head, it broke you. Your technicolor emotion was in full force, and perhaps it was tough for me because I already called it. I was done, but I gave it another shot, and perhaps it was too much too late?
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