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Sometimes I wish I did not care.
Sometimes I wish that I had no feelings, to be numb to everything intangible.
Sometimes I feel as if it is all just too damn much.
Sometimes I wonder what will become of me, am I to be a part of a bitter past?
Sometimes I want to hide from everyone and everything, to be invisible.
Sometimes I wonder if the tears that mark my pillow case will ever go away.
Sometimes I wonder if he knows what he's done to me.
Sometimes....
Sometimes...sometimes...sometimes...