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These are my fucking cliche feelings.

I could tell by the tone of your voice that something was wrong. I assumed the worst and I was right. Now my heart feels as if it’s sunk to the pit of my stomach. My stomach feels as if it’s forcing all the acid up my intestines. I’ve cried to the point of throwing up. I’ve cried to the point of not being able to breathe. I’ve cried to the point that no more tears will come out but I feel the same. It hurts, it really fucking does, to think that I was worth it. But apparently, I’m not at all.