It’s been ...
It’s been however long since my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on. Fuck of all that time heals bullshit because everyday I still feel this.
The messed up part is that I still love and need you... and there’s nothing I can do about that. You wanted out and I let you go. If the truth hurts do I still want to know?
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