I broke his heart. I'm a bitch for doing it and I feel nauseous that I did it. I was nice, I really was...but I still broke his heart and there's no knife out there sharp enough to cut away the terrible hurt I've caused him. I thought about dying to keep from hurting him-I always see that as an alternative to hurting the people I care about-but
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