ChoiceShe doesn't want to die. She doesn't want to go to school every day. She doesn't want to talk to the doctors. She doesn't want people to stare at her. She doesn't want to cry. She doesn't want to think about tomorrow or the day after that. She doesn't want to speak. She doesn't want to think. She doesn't want to scream. She doesn't want to feel this way. So she does what she has to do to get by from day to day. She goes to school like a good little girl and she ignores the people watching her every move, and she talks to the nice doctors who only want to help her, and she holds back her tears until she goes to sleep at night, and she spChoice
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It isn’t love.
You told me you loved me. It was possessive, needful, angry, passionate, flammable, and overwhelming, but it was never love. And it never will be. It was missing one crucial element, caring. I needed and wanted him, but I never cared about what he needed or wanted, so long as I could make him want me, need me as much as I did him. And the same was true on his end. It was too cruel and cold, to overwhelmingly possessive to ever be love. It was need, pure and simple. I told you that you didn’t, that it was just your imagination. That al
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