He used me, trashed me, left me to be eaten by the hungry wolves of shame. The love that seemed to spark was a mere lightning bolt turning the ground into a ditch, waiting to be filled with emotions, every emotion. Through the good and bad, I always had my buddy, the one who through anything could help me feel alive again. It was a game, a shameful
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