This hurts. How can a heart that has been so battered and bruised fall so easily, so quickly? It's like a trap, a snare that is following me around. Someone so bold, so honest, where is the honesty when some need to hear it most? What is going on here? What has happened? In a fog, a haze, floating along down a road, with no map. This can't be good
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