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Hurt comes in all different forms. There’s always someone worse off than you, but that doesn’t make your pain any less real, any less heartbreaking. EZRA CAMPBELL
“You’ve got this, Lou-Lou. You either walk like a king or—” “Or like you don’t give a fuck who is,”
Pain is knowing love and losing it. Love is caring even when you shouldn’t. Caring is putting someone else first before yourself. Putting someone else first makes you forget to be selfish. Being selfish is never wanting to lose what you once had.
Five lines. Five lines and she cut me deeper than any blade has. Five lines and I just saw her fucking soul as she uttered those words while maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.
I’m my own version of toxic, constantly wanting what always hurts.
“You brought me here. You had me move into this house. You are the ones with all the secrets. You are the ones attempting to fucking control the people I speak to or fuck, all while being the ones that keep pushing me away at every opportunity. If you don’t want to tell me shit, that’s fine. But I’m done being pushed around because I once fucking loved you and now you’ve decided I’m not worthy of being on the inside anymore.”
Ella isn’t one of many. Never. She’s your everything. The air you breathe, your dreams, and your fucking hopes.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again, you coward. Otherwise I will lose my lady-like demeanor, and I’ll drag your sorry ass through the town straight to your motherfucking grave. Have I made myself clear, Vince
Hurt comes in all different forms. There’s always someone worse off than you, but that doesn’t make your pain any less real, any less heartbreaking.
