I felt like not only did every last breath in my body get knocked out of me, but like the blood was drained, I sat there hugging myself, completely cold to the touch. I am asking too much, I'm going about it in all the wrong ways, why try winning when the game is rigged for me to lose? My chest felt sunken in, and you kept commenting on my black eyes and how I should sleep. Except when I tell you what keeps me up at night, what I was feeling at that moment you dismiss it. You had to put your foot down somewhere, what I want is irrelevant, not important. Who I have I become?
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