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I'm sorry. You really don't deserve the verbal abuse you are given. I could see the pain in your eyes, and all I wanted to do was to hold you and make it better....but there is no making it better. The wounds are set and scarred. There can be no forgiveness...I know. But you should know that I know the pain...that I realize the torture of it. You must feel worthless and then even less...Know that you aren't. You are beautiful and wonderful, brilliant and inspiring. You are one of the strongest people I know. You try so hard...don't let the bleak bitterness of words decay you...don't let them dampen your soul. I'm sorry....I'm so sorry.

But then...I was never dependable anyway.







I'm torn into hundreds of pieces...everyone needs me. I give my entire self to all of them. But I can't keep doing this....I can't keep ripping myself into smaller pieces and smaller pieces, there will be nothing left of me. I'm trying. I'm trying so hard. Forgive me that I am not enough, but I'm not. All of my sacrifices have drained me. I do not have enough energy to go on....or to give anymore of me away...I'm sorry. I just need to rest...

I'm so exhausted.




I think love is the best killer. A subtle murderer. Strontium instead of calcium. A painful death before you know what hit you. Yes...it is.