Pain

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I was changed. I wasn't always like this.

One boy. I let him get to me.

He broke me. Without even meaning to.

The times I let myself reminisce about the past, I'm left depressed and hurt. By far it hurts me, as if a machete was driven right through my heart with every intention of piercing through.

It was successful.

Very successful.

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