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Endless Thoughts

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Reads 15
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Parts 3
Time 7m

The thoughts and memories of the salted love that one receives when all she ever wanted was just love, care, support, and unconditional love that just endlessly feel safe and warm. Where the other individual  gives this manipulative, unthinkable love that is wounded, a sour love that fills the void with darkness and open the wound with nothing but hate, anger, pain, and tears that flow endlessly. 
A unthinkable love where the individual that can hate him with so much anger and pain, and yet still love him with all her heart, even if he comes back and hurts her again. All she does is forgive him endless times even though he's ruining her emotionally, mentally, physically, and psychologically.All Rights Reserved

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