He was a good guy;
The type I never thought would be capable of hurting someone.Everyone was so busy reminding me how to be careful so I would not break him that it never crossed their minds that he could break me too, so he did.
So, do not fall in love with a good guy.
It's always the softer hands that break you the hardest.
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