Like a blunt knife, it's slowly cutting deep into my heart, twisting and turning with each beat. The memory, once sweet, is now tainted by the bitterness of deceit. Each time I try to forgive, the wound reopens, as if soaked in salt water. It has become a part of me, a tormentor that relentlessly preys on my mind, replaying and intensifying every scene with each passing day. Yet, hear me out, I don’t give up the fight, not wielding this blade against you, but for the sake of us.
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