Unloved.

Do you love her more? Do you love me at all? Who would you chose if we were both stood in front of you, asking you to come home? I think you’d freeze. And in that split second I would turn and run as fast and hard as I possibly could. Until my muscles cramped and my lungs bled, and I collapsed sobbing. Again.

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