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““So, maybe nobody loves me. Maybe nobody will ever love me. But maybe it’s not about being loved by someone else.””
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𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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“He’s jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He’s jealous of the sun, because it warms you. I feel you, even when I’m not feeling you. I talk to you when I’m not talking to you. I love you, even when I’m not loving you.”
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“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
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Sexual tension between me and the idea of slitting my wrists.
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“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
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i have never felt so much pain. i don’t want to do this anymore. i cant.
and everyday i go to bed in tears thinking ill have to do this over again the next day. it’s become too much to deal with.
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