Left them all behind

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 I don’t think anyone’s life would be different if I left.

I don’t think anyone would care.

It wouldn’t change anything.


Some people might be happier. 

No longer around to be a nuisance.

Constantly having to reply to my messages.


They wouldn’t have to deal with my mood swings or my weird ticks. 

They won’t have to deal with my constant need for their attention. 


Giving so much to everyone and realizing they don’t even want it.

I love too hard not just for potential partners but I love my friend too much. 

I constantly give and give and I can tell they don’t want it. 


I am the bane of their existence. 

They pity me.

They all know in lonely and my head is full of woe. 

My melancholy thoughts never stop pouring in like a thunderstorm in my mind. 


Everyone would be better off. 

If I left them all behind. 

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