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I won't say her name, I can't say it.

If she reads this, she knows its about her.

she hurt me.

Badly.

Not the type of hurt where you punch someone in the face.

Not the type of hurt where your date stands you up.

The type of hurt that happens when somebody that means the world to you, and you them, replaces you with someone else.

Even if its just a boyfriend or girlfriend.

It still hurts so badly.

Like a knife is being stabbed right into my heart and twisted around making me bleed more and more tears.

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