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Toxic Love - the beginning of the end Part | LH FF (Part 2/English version)

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Continuation of Toxic Love - when hate becomes Love

She had told him. She had told him the truth about herself, revealed her greatest secret, and now she regrets it.

It is this moment, when you realise that the love for another person poisons your own mind, that hurts. Then, when you no longer know if you are doing the right thing, if you forgive. Then the pain is worst.

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I never wanted to let him go again, never miss his closeness again. And the more I realised this, the tighter I clawed my fingers into his hoodie.

I knew he was holding me, and that was all I needed at that moment. It didn't matter if he was the person who broke me so much in the first place. That he was the one I actually hated so much and that he will forever remain the person I can't stay away from, no matter how much he will continue to hurt me in the future... I needed him. And at that moment I even felt a bit like he needed me too.

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