Her Story

Her Story

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TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, MENTIONS OF ABUSIVE PARENTS AND TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS Heartbreak isn't the same as you see on social media, it isn't always fixing and working on yourself in order to heal, it isn't always the glow up and transformation that happens to you after the breakup. Sometimes it's crying in the shower at 3 am, or staring at the person you would've died for knowing damn well they couldn't have cared less about you. Here is the other side of heartbreak, the ugly side, the realistic side. The side that is so ugly it actually turned out to be beautiful. But beware, because the story doesn't only talk about them, it talks about her. Because, it's not their story, it's her story, her struggle, her feelings, it's entirely her. (most of the characters mentioned in this story are based on real people, the names are changed in respect for the people, some events are changed)
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2020/05/29 #105 Sorrows #394 spiritual First I thought to tell you everything, What Iam hiding and why? But then I realized, Do you care about it? I love hard. Embarrassingly hard. All in type of hard. But I do silently. I drown the feelings in my gut until I'm heavy with 'I want you' and 'I love you' and 'I miss you'. I hold my hope in my throat. I clutch my wishes in my hands. They become moist with sweat until I no longer want them. If you could read me you would have known, I never wanted you to leave until now. It was just the situation where holding on to you was more difficult than letting you go. I loved you, I cried, I apologised, I made efforts, And Finally I lost myself.

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