"Foolish girl."
An echo. Reverberating throughout my head like a shout at the ledge of a canyon. Somewhere in the cavern of my mind sits the truth. Fragments appear. Casually, but lingering only for a fleeting moment until the looming presence of my mind beings to shift its focus; and just like that, it's gone.
"He doesn't love you."
Forcing out empty though. Finding safe havens in the emptiness. The blank. Where there is no thought there is no fear.
"And he will leave."
Always present. Sitting in the corner, whispering bitter words throughout my skin. Smirking at the thought of hope. He waits.
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