Defeated
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It hurts to know how little it means to you when it means everything to me.
Bottling up my thoughts and emotions, naively thinking that you'd be attentive towards my inner self. How wrong of me.
I accept your interest and passion in poker, hoping that you'd always put me as your top priority. Never have I thought that I've gradually became your second choice. Knowing this literally tears my heart and rips my soul apart. Instead of being your everything, it seems that I've became merely your some thing.
If only I had been building walls instead of bridges, maybe I wouldn't be hurt so deep.
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