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"What would it be to suffer from love for you?" I remember this question as if it were something very important to me, I remember that I answered very clearly and innocently "suffering from love and when you let go of something that you love very much" then I was asked "what is love for you?" I gave a smile and replied "ah love is when you have a very intense affection with a person" at 18 I knew love and the suffering it brings, at 18 I found out that love is not always flowers, at 18 I found out what it was to leave to go and how much it hurts to let go, at 18 I remembered the pain of losing someone I loved very much and how unprepared I was everything just at 18, I wanted to hide, I wanted to run away, I wanted to disappear, no matter what I wanted to change schools I wanted to never show up there again, as much as it seemed like the most facial thing in the world it wasn't, I saw my world collapse and I couldn't fix it, I saw my soul say goodbye, the pain is suffocating, the pain It's humiliating, love is the cruelest feeling that can exist, I cry day and night thinking about you, I allow myself to feel the pain just to remember you, no one ever understood me when I said it hurt, no one saved me from mine Deep down, I still feel and still love you, living with me has become even more difficult.

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