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Thursday, November 18, 2010

when you lose someone, someone you love. when they break your heart. it's the hardest thing you could ever go through. and no matter how much time has passed, it never really goes away. you may think you're getting better, but when you get a flashback,or hear a song that reminds you of a memory, and it hits you all over again, all at once, like a stab in the chest. you fall apart,for the hundredth time. and you feel like you just want to crawl under a sock and never come out. you love this person with all of your heart,even thought you know you shouldn't. they hurt worse than you've ever been hurt. they stole your happiness, but yet you still want them, and only them. other people come alone and give you chances to move on, because you promised you never would. and even if they broke all their promises, you want to keep yours.on top of that, you're terrified. terrified of getting hurt again. but its not like it matters anyway, at the end of the day your still thinking about the person who has left you completely broken. you don't want to miss them anymore. you don't want to love them anymore, but you know you always will.

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