There comes a time in every person's life where he or she must question absolutely everything... What use to be truth is nothing more than a façade, what beliefs one had is now nothing more than a painful memory... What do we do when the object of our betrayal has been life for countless years? The pain and sacrifices I made are for naught. Love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again... How can you claim to love when the person you are is not the person I want and the person you were is the one I need? I just don't know anymore
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