Unsaid [10]

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You torture me.
You torture me without knowing it.
The idea of you loving someone else ruins me, breaks me and it shatters me.

It would shatter me to a million pieces.
The kind of pieces that could go back together by the person who broke it.

The pain is like an ocean, drowning me and God knows how hard is it to breathe in this ocean of agony.

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