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Hollow and empty is my soul today, Tired of fighting, tired in every way.  Why is it so hard to get along, is it not easier than fighting?  I can't believe the petty things that we fight over, I try not to but you make them into something much larger than it is.  Maybe it is much larger than I know.  Maybe there's something I'm missing that's begun to grow.  Maybe you're hiding something, maybe you don't love me, maybe you're hiding your feelings or maybe you're just that crazy bitch that my gut says that you are.  Maybe I need to leave before I get another scar.  Sick of this life, sick of being empty, sick of being so full of love with no one to accept it.