classy motherfucker
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It was the day I realized what a monster he was.
I was blinded by his charms.
I was blinded by my love.
And it destroyed me completely.
I was hurt by his harsh words and actions.
But I didn't leave him,I loved him and that's why.
But one day I decided that this need to come to an end.
I left him for good.
He didn't contact me.
he didn't even tried to find me.
So I was left alone with my pain and destructive thoughts.
That's how I end up in a place like this.
Hell on earth.
It's been three years since I left him.
i'm trying to live a life without him but it's still hard.
I met interesting people who are helping me forget him.and they helped.
But of course I have no luck.
He decided to come back in my life and completely destroy it.
He grew up,he changed .
he looks different .
more serious.more manly.
But the question is.
Is he the same guy who made me happy and destroyed me.
Or did he change?
Did he change his ways?
Did he realize how much he hurt me?
physically and emotionally .
If so...do I give him another chance or do I need to forget him completely and move on finally?
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