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So we've never discussed the title of my blog.
Since no one reads this, then it doesn't really matter but I need something to take up the space in my head right now so i'll give an example of "the little things that kill."

Phone call.

Yes, a simple phone call.

The first call that killed was the worst.
It took everything I had inside of me up until that point.
My loss of a soul became evident to those around me and they left as well.
That hurt more.
Tore more of the life out of me.
But I came to conclusions, epiphanies if you will,
after these tragedies struck my not so bullet proof shell.

I had my nice walls all securely built, and there was but one person that could ever get through again.

And she did.
She didn't even speak to me the next time she saw me.
All she had to do was be there, and I crumbled.
Badly hidden beneath bitterness and resentment of course.
Cracking stupid jokes and laughing at the perfectly wrong time so she would know...

I told her to forget my name and number after that.
She said ok, so I thought it was finally over.
Then I get a phone call tonight.
Another excuse for me to not be out of her life.

The little things that kill.

And I'm still dying.