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my only love was created by hating yours. i hated your happiness, and that brought me to a place of destruction, where i spent late nights drowning in the thoughts of you. in those hours, a lover took my hand and brought me away from myself, to a place where happiness existed without empty bottles. and then you found my happy with jealous green eyes, and then you took it all from me in a matter of seconds, pretending your love was more than mine could ever be. and it was easy for you, because i was a cynic. and no one could change that.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
what am i if not a cynic?
my only love was created by hating yours. i hated your happiness, and that brought me to a place of destruction, where i spent late nights drowning in the thoughts of you. in those hours, a lover took my hand and brought me away from myself, to a place where happiness existed without empty bottles. and then you found my happy with jealous green eyes, and then you took it all from me in a matter of seconds, pretending your love was more than mine could ever be. and it was easy for you, because i was a cynic. and no one could change that.
the story of losing love to an enemy.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
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