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I keep asking myself "was it love, when he didn't respect me? was it love when he gave excuses to not love me anymore? was it love when he repeatedly insulted me? I keep telling myself that he loved me with everything he did, he didn't have much of a choice. I keep giving excuses for his bad behavior. what does that say about me? Was it love? or my desperation to be worthy of his love? why did I love someone so much who have caused me unbearable pain? I loved him with all my heart and soul, was this Love? I can't really tell the difference anymore. Love is suppose to feel satisfactory, then why m I distorted? Will I be ever able to UNLOVE him? or may be just start Hating him? Love has consumed the very loving being of myself on the inside. LOVE IS CRUEL. LOVE IS LOVE... LOVE IS WHAT WE MAKE OF IT...
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