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Breaking Point
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Ongoing, First published May 19, 2021
Mature
I don't believe in love. Love is a waste of time and energy. You meet someone, get to know them, fall in "love" then they break you. They break you like they broke the glass vase they threw at the wall because you said something that made them angry. They break you like they broke your wrist from pushing you to the ground after you got in an argument. They break you until you have nothing left. Until they have nothing left to break, then they leave. They leave you to pick up the pieces they broke. They leave you to pick you the vase they threw against the wall in an angry haze. They leave you to go to the doctor by yourself and explain to them that you are just clumsy and that's how you broke your wrist. They break, then they leave and that's why I don't believe in love anymore. After my last relationship ended I vowed to myself that I would never fall in love again. Because I can't handle the breaking.
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