Everyone got over it. Apart from the one I cared for the most. It drove him insane. Then, the other one came back. He was happier. The person I loved the most in my life was happier. I wasn't. The other one stole him from my heart and twisted him. In the end, they all disappeared. In a fit of rage, I did something I probably regret. Yeah, I regret it. The one I loved now hated me. No point in continuing.
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