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I realize this now.
When I give you a piece of my heart, and you break it, even if we are friends thereafter, I am going to hate just about everything you do.
You hurt me. And so all that you do is somehow geared towards hurting me. From the moment you stop caring about me, it is obvious that you have no consideration for me. You say things without thinking one second if it will hurt me.
I also realize this.
This is all absurd. And the world does not revolve around me.
But because I still care so for you, my mind thinks all this is true.
Stupid. But reality.
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