"You are not enough for our son, How much money do you need for you to leave our son alone and never show your face ever again? " How can be love so cruel, how can be love so much hate and pain? How we can move on if the person we need is the person who breaks you into pieces? The pain hits me when I look into his eyes, I try to hold his hands and look for the assurance that he trusts me that everything that happens is just a play and he will stand by me and believe me. The more I held his hand the more he lost his grip.
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