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I miss her dearly.
We were incredibly close.
I had to choose her or them
I chose them. For their sake.

Sometimes she cries for me at night.
I tell her kindly to go away.
She yells at me and throws things.
I never yell back. I try to ignore.

I know she's toxic for me, for anyone.
But I loved her. I loved her and she hurt me.
Love is not always a pleasant emotion.
I heal but I'll never be healed. She'll always be there.

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