primitive writing.
i give up. only because you want me to.i have never felt so unwanted and alone as i do today. i only wanted you to pick me. but you kicked me out, just like all the others before you, made it clear you don't want to give me attention, love, loyalty. you designate that for others i suppose, younger, prettier, sluttier, famous, successful, etc. who would want someone like me? i am no one. i have nothing. no one has ever wanted me... the door is a familiar place for me. every man keeps showing it to me.
so i leave. without a final goodbye. without a sound... im just a small breeze that blew through.
i love you...
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