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Obsessed with Old Loss
by RestartBob

"…I'd gave up my happiness
So you'd never feel sorrow
And every day I would say
"I’d do it again tomorrow"
For you are important
You are my light
Even if you can’t see it
It’s only because you are blinded by your shine
You are not worthless
You are not a waste of space
You are my silly bird
And you can never be replaced…"

An excerpt of a poem written by one that acted like she cared. How could it possibly be true if she would just leave me? Why bother with the lies?

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I feel somewhat guilty about repeatedly bringing things up. But, it still bothers me a lot. I had not realized how obvious it was that I was upset, because I naturally assume no one pays attention to the things I do or say. I can hardly remember what I've done, but I know I bring the same thing up over and over again.
This probably counts as "guilt trips". I am a shitty person.

I cannot rightfully use another's character in the things I am writing, so these are just stand alone whinings. I claim no ownership.
Ach. I don't think I can link without tagging. Don't own poem.

Oh yeah, I'm trying to use a new cutie mark for Mercury. It may change still, but I think the simple-ish heart one will do. Though I didn't really change much from the original sketch, I had help with design from a kind :iconzodiaczero:

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Posted previously at: 2017-01-16T12:14:35 | Posted previously by: furrypony