Illegal

She should've been illegal. It should be illegal to be like that.

Devastatingly alluring and wholesome, kind and unknowingly ruining me.

Because now I'm numb, I can't hear nails on a chalkboard, or feel the scratches when I fall, and it's worse. It's worse than the heartbreak. Because hearing her cry, or hearing him laugh, it's all the same now. She took my ability to feel. I used up all my joy when she joked around with me, and all my sadness when she decided I wasn't what she wanted. I gave her my sarcasm, my ecstasy, all my wretched pain, and it still wasn't enough. And now the numbness is pouring into the rest of my life. Pouring into her drawings, all my music, all my now non-existant feelings. Now, I can't feel because of her. And that should be illegal.

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