Part XIII

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Isn't it twisted that the kindest of words, are the hardest to believe.
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I'm scared that I will always want you back; I will never let you break my heart again.
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I was so fucking sure of you, now I'm not sure of anything anymore. It is both a blessing and a burden to feel everything so intensely.
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Be the change you want to see in the world, even if it's small, it's a start.
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You were new and exciting. I let you in, no questions asked, but, slowly, you dragged me into the deeper waters. I told you I couldn't swim, and you still left me to drown alone.

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