“I get angry when I think of you, and it’s funny because I used to love you so much. I would’ve done anything for you, and I think that’s what makes me so mad – that I would’ve done just about anything to make you love me even just half as much as I loved you and you never could. You would look at me, but you never saw me, or maybe you did. Maybe you saw everything that I was, like all the parts of me were laid out on the table, both the beautiful and the flawed, and you still couldn’t find anything about me that you loved – so instead I just tell myself that you never saw me at all.”
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