iam alone.
suffocated in the fantasy of what could be.
or what should be.
six feet under and still falling.
slowly; painfully falling into the belief that you don't love me.
don't love me.
don't need me.
hours i have spent asking myself why i need you.
endless nights i have spent asking myself why you don't need me.
so i'll keep falling.
deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit of beleiveing you don't love me.
cause you don't honey
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