Why would you tell me that you're in pain? Why would you tell me that you're sad? I won't tell you that I'm suffering. I won't share. I was never very good at sharing anyway...
I never knew that you would hurt. I never knew it. I hoped that you would. I hoped that it would burn. The loss would scald you. The regret would smart. You cannot sleep. I hoped that you'd feel sick. Throw up. Mop up.
I hope that one day I can purge you from my body.
One day you'll stop being in my head.
The first thought that I have in the morning. The last thing 'I think about at night. You've already left my dreams. You've already left.
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