Moving, loving, escaping reality, or by escaping we mean running with our eyes closed.
He doesn't want me. He doesn't need me. I am a joke, a young toy to play with, but nothing else.
I'm too old, he sees me dying on the inside, it is not secret.
There is too much pain in this world.
I try to let it go.
But it lingers
like a heavy weight
upon a heart that was never quite sure of itself.
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