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I'm not a victim
I haven't had my heart broken I don't cry in my pillow wondering how he could not love me anymore I don't eat chocolate and sit in my pajamas crying over a sad love song because I know what it feels like And yet here I am tears in my eyes old Valentine's chocolate nearby and listening to a love song wondering why it doesn't fit my situation wondering why I don't have pity from others The fact is that I do have a love he loves me he would hold me in his arms while I cry and brush my tears away he is real, he is near so why do I cry? The love isn't flowing both ways He would give me the world if I asked but all i can think of to ask is that he no longer love me I feel guilty I feel selfish I feel like I should burn in hell for what I need to do I'm going to break his heart I'm going to make him cry knowingly purposely I'm going to shut out his love all because I can't look at him and feel the same way And as I sit here milk chocolate in hand listening to the love songs flow out the speakers all I can wonder is where are the songs for me?
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