You left.
You said three days ago that you'd never leave.
That things wouldn't be the same with me gone.
That you loved having me around.
That you missed me when I was gone.
Today I'm disposable.
You fucked me over.
I hate you.

..I'm moving back home.
FUCK.

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Twenty.
I am now twenty.
I had a visitor tonight. 
I felt happiness, true happiness.
Safety.
Birthday.
Finally happy.
Finally free.
You're gone.
I made it. 
It's over.
I can breathe.
Birthday.
Happiness.

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I think about you all of the time.
I miss you. I hate you.
Do you ever think about me? And what tuesday is?
Oh how the meaning of that has changed.
Broken I am, strong I pretend.
If I walk in a room with my head held high, do you know if I'm faking?
Do you see right through me?
I like when you get close to me.
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