Lonely

I’m done getting my hopes up. What is the point? I know my place. I’m done trying. I’ll stay this way forever, alone. It’s what I was meant to be, no point in fighting that. I just wish the heart ache would stop. I have to much stuff to get done, I can’t be focused on this. Why can’t I stop thinking about it? Damn it! Why? Why should anyone care? I just want the heart ache to stop. It’s slowly driving me insane. I’m walking around with a lie cracking my face. No ones noticed yet.

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