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a tale of tears.

god, nothing feels whole or real.

i feel like i'm floating. nothing is making sense.

i am breaking slowly. and i hate it.
i'm not weak. but i'm not strong either. i don't need to be told i don't have confidence, or belief in myself because i know. i know it. but it's who i am. so every once in a while i need to know someone is there. because i can't get through alone. but i guess who actually can?

unfortunately, this is the time i need you most, but you aren't here for me. because you are the problem. but i need you to allow me to plonk on your lap. for you to allow me to cry into your shoulder and to listen, tell me things will be okay, and that i will be okay. i need to know this now.

because everything's so fucking messed up.

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