"Why should I care if she’s okay or not, when she never cared to ask if I was breaking inside? Why should I tell her that I’m not okay, when she already left me in pieces? Everywhere feels empty without her — like the world forgot its color, like music lost its tune. Will this pain stay the same, even after I leave this room… or will it finally fade into silence? I don’t want to see her, don’t want to take her out — because every glance, every word just pulls me back to the place I’m trying to escape."

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