Written on a piece of scratch paper, a proper representation of the emotions running through my mind. To be picked up and used, abused and tossed away. I know they still appreciate me; I know he still loves me, but my mind can't help but ask why. What reasoning is there for my to be on the recieving end of positivity? I'm not worth it! There
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