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Sometimes I wonder just what I did... If there is a god... I've tried so hard to be happy. So much so it exhausts me. I just can't do it any longer. I'm afraid I'll crumble in half if I even move. It just keeps breaking, my heart... cracks on top of cracks. Apologies no longer have a meaning to me. The fact that the very sight of me no doubt reminded him, made it float just behind his eyes, and I had been just so happy to see him... Nothing else was more important when I looked at him. The fallback, am I. Where everybody knows your name: the familiar one. Old faithful: the easy fucked up girl who wanted someone so bad to have her, if even for a moment. The one who willingly risked everything for a warmth... the gullible one who was pitied. I was used. It stings and it burns. Why would anyone be deserving of this. Why do I.