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I always thought that the worst betrayal was a thing called infidelity. But oh how wrong was I. And I cant help myself from thinking, If only he had cheated. Cause it would make the "I don't love you" sting hard And then maybe I'd be able to feel anything at all. With numbness, there is no healing. For the wound that doesn't know it exists can never mend what is broken.
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
Betrayed
I always thought that the worst betrayal was a thing called infidelity. But oh how wrong was I. And I cant help myself from thinking, If only he had cheated. Cause it would make the "I don't love you" sting hard And then maybe I'd be able to feel anything at all. With numbness, there is no healing. For the wound that doesn't know it exists can never mend what is broken.
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29/F/Pennsylvania
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
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