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i look blankly at the wall, then back at the letter again...the letter that i had written earlier today...i had written it for the one i love..but knew i would never give it to him because i knew how he felt..i reread it over and over the lines and scribbled words becoming one...thoughts swimming through my head like a giant pool of sadness and misery...the letter went something like this:...As the feelings inside me grow stronger for you, I can feel you getting farther out of reach. It was only two days..... only two days i was gone..and now everything's changed....you...me... What happened?....Now I  love you even more than before and it's killing me inside knowing that you are going to break my heart, whether it be today or tomorrow, I know that in the end you will decide for us to break up...i can see it in your eyes, your expressions, and your actions...I used to stand by you then you would tenderly wrap your arms around me and hold me close...now as i stand next to you i rest my head on your shoulder and i want nothing more than to have you reach out your hand and pull me close once again, but all that is there is an empty space between us, this is mostly how i know you want to break up...as i stand close, your hand remain at your side, your eyes don't drift casually down to mine followed by a quick smile, instead they stay faced forward in a blank stare, there is no feeling from you i try to get close all i want is to be alone with you, at least one more time, and just sit there, wrapped in eacother's arms, our love surrounding us, rather than meaningless words and blank stares...I am still in love with you, I want nothing more than to spend a whole day through with you, i wish you loved me back...and you don't even have a reason...your reasons are not reasons..they're excuses..you tell me 'because things are weird'...i can't possibly understand what that means...so things are weird, what is?? and why?  I need the reasons...and if it's another girl i will understand, i just need to know...speaking of other girls...this one i speak of may be the death of me...i try to talk to you, and she is there...she always has plans for you to come over to her house (which by the way you're going there tomorrow), and she is always there, always by your side, always touching you....you have no idea how much it hurts that i can barely get close to you because she is always in between...i know you think i'm overexaggerating...but please, tomorrow, even if you have chosen for us to break up, can we please just go off for the whole lunch, even if you don't want to hold me close, i will understand, but can we at least talk....it's not my fault we don't ever talk, so please don't say it is, i went away to my old friends wich i left them for you  i went to them for two days, only two days just to straighten things out with me, and it worked, then i come back and all of a sudden shes all over you and i cant barely speak to you...i would wish nothing more than to punch her in her pretty little face...i almost did today...which was why me and cecily crossed the street...i can't bare it having her all over you...i just want you..it isn't that hard...i'm sorry to be such an inconvienence to you since it seems thats all i am to you...i love you more than i have ever loved anything, i am in love with you and always will be..."  my eyes fill with tears as i grab the knife ready to slice the fresh skin on my arms and my heart... i cry and i cry wondering if anyone would care...my mind goes blank and i cry harder....the reality that no one would care hits me like a ton of bricks...so i take one more look around pledging my love for him in my mind and slice my arm, the satisfaction of this pain causes me to follow through, so i raise my bloodstained arm and knife to my heart and let the knife sink into the depths of my soul.....