How can someone's words make you feel so fragile? I sit here and think, your really gone. But then I wonder, were you ever here? Did you ever care? This is the brutality of it all. Maybe I was right all along. You can't make someone give two shits when they never did, and you just served as a convienient prop in their life. That's not what life is supposed to be about. As I sweep up the peices of my dignanty I sigh as I reassure that someone out there does care. And will miss me.
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