You cry.
You feel
bad.
You end up
broken.
You want to hurt
that person but you hurt yourself more.
Still that person
doesn't care.
Why does love
exist? To make us happy for a minute or to hurt us
for the rest of the day?
You cry.
You feel
bad.
You end up
broken.
You want to hurt
that person but you hurt yourself more.
Still that person
doesn't care.
Why does love
exist? To make us happy for a minute or to hurt us
for the rest of the day?
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