The thing they loved about me in the beginning, is the thing I am now condemned for.
I am done. I am broken. I have been used.
I have opened my soul and heart up too many times.
They have taken all they can from me, and I am left foundering in the wake of silence and heartache.
I hope you are all happy with what you have created.
This sensitive soul has become broken, bitter and shattered.
It will be like I never existed.
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