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Arguing until 1am and ******* til 3am. When did we decide this was healthy? How the **** did this become our norm? Two chaotic hearts colliding together, Chipping away at each other slowly. We rip into each other constantly... And we call this **** love? It's an unhealthy connection... We need a better definition... A manual on healthy interactions... Because this just doesn't make the cut. If this is love then count me out, Because I don't need help ripping myself apart bit by ******* bit... I do it well enough on my own thanks.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
****** sense of love
Arguing until 1am and ******* til 3am. When did we decide this was healthy? How the **** did this become our norm? Two chaotic hearts colliding together, Chipping away at each other slowly. We rip into each other constantly... And we call this **** love? It's an unhealthy connection... We need a better definition... A manual on healthy interactions... Because this just doesn't make the cut. If this is love then count me out, Because I don't need help ripping myself apart bit by ******* bit... I do it well enough on my own thanks.
carolyn-cagnon
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
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