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Silent tears,
shattered hope.
I'm sick of living.
I'm sick of being
the only one to care.
Sick of him
and all his lies.
And yet still
I long for him--
long to be with him.
I've fallen for him--
become too attached.
And now my heart
is fractured
because one again
I've found an asshole.
One who could never
and would never
love me.