Entry 910

We keep staring at each other in turns, fine-tuned to ignore existence. As one tries to find satisfaction, the other is in search of deceit...any reason to rip apart what is now described as "we". I've lost bits of myself in ways I can't explain and sadly, it drags a bit of heart along with it, leaving behind a void that has been filled by an aching love for self-hate. The rusty stab of jealousy no longer resides inside my chest; I now feel it flow through each nerve that transcends my skin, resonating at junctions where it's known to hurt the most.

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