You knew it would hurt me, but you did
it anyway. You knew how much i
cared, how much i trusted you, yet you
still chose to break me in ways you
knew would leave a mark. It’s not even
what you did that hurts the most, it’s
knowing that you understood what it
would do to me and still went through
with it.
It’s the kind of pain that is so
heavy, the kind that lingers even when
you try to move on. It’s realizing that
someone you would never hurt didn’t
think twice about hurting you.
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