I want so badly to be cold,
to hurt you,
to wound you.
And I can't bring myself to do it.
I sit here and sob,
apparently a spoiled little girl who has lost her toy.
Unfortunately you were never a toy to me.
Just someone I loved.
I write because these are the things I could never say to your face. Take it or leave it.
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