Staring out over the vast melting; a new season is emerging.
None of it means anything to me without you.
Days filled with nothingness; I hate this place and it consumes me every day.
Isn't this supposed to get easier? Something is just not right: do you feel it too?
I tried to make actions speak louder than words; but you weren't listening.
I truly believed that we were meant to be.
I can't believe the anger and hostility that you have been directing towards me; projections, assumptions; conclusive extremes.
I'm hurting; and worse than I've ever hurt before.
You've become so cold and uncaring.
Stop trying to make me hate you; for you'd never feel a more intense nor pure hatred for the rest of your life, and it's just not in me right now...
That searing pain tearing through my guts;
this dull ache rippling through my head. Y
ou've turned me into a lame cliché.
Thank you. I'm lying trembling on the floor.
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