i could only be myself with you around, milly.
and with you gone, there's nothing left to think about.
and jesus, it hurts like hell to be torn apart like this.
we were born to be together.
and we were born to be torn apart.
it hurts like hell, mill.
it really does.
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torn apart
Short Story"it hurts like hell to be torn apart and it hurts like hell to be thrown around"