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It hurts for a reason, the end of
us. My heart was suddenly ripped
in two and my lungs refuse
to take in any air
but yours. It hurts for
a reason. But
why must it
hurt so
much?
About the Creator
Alexandria Stanwyck
My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
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