I never hated him. God, I tried, but I never did. I never could. I hated what he did to me. I hated that he fell out of love with me. I hated that she wouldn't talk things through. I hated that he gave up. I hated so many things, but I've never hated him. I love him too much to hate no matter how much he hurts me.
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The chaos. The sins. The regrets. The pain. The dreams. The tears. The words left unsaid. The silent weeping. The shattered pieces. The broken mind.
My soul. My heart. My beliefs. My every pieces.
This is everything of me.