I'm done.
I'm sick of the lying so I won't get hurt.
I can't say 'I Love You' without hesitating regret to hide it.
I can't live on the inside anymore.
It's amazing that a year got away.
The year he stole from me.
I'm sick of being speechless and confused.
I'm sick of the bull that lies behind the sweet talk.
You couldn't handle it anyways.
Please tell me these are my hard times.
I'm done.
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