Cruelty

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There is one atrocious type of cruelty, and it's the one against yourself, the one concocted by your own mind to replay over and over again the happiest moments of a relationship. The sweet words he told you, the reassurances he gave you, simply the times you were, for once in your wasted life, happy.

You try, at the best of your chances, to take the blow, absorb it, move on. And that treacherous mind even makes you think yes, you got this, you can do it.
But then...anything, just...anything, triggers those memories, and you wind up being barely able to hide the tears.

There is one atrocious type of cruelty. And it's not in the lies he told you, it's in the way your own self turns on you, blaming you.

How could you let this happen. How could you be so stupid as to fall into yet another trap like that. How could you believe him when he said he loved you.

He never did. Because who would love you? Who would ever choose you?

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