"Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."
~ Pablo Neruda
Finally ended it a little over a month ago. That toxic poison of inseparable pain and pleasure. Part of my heart feels empty and dull.
But I need to pull the thorn out. That was deeply cutting me open from the inside.
I couldn't wait for him, for I
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