it was a question i had worn on my lips for days—like a loose thread on my favorite sweater i couldn't resist pulling—despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
"do you love me?" i ask.
and in your hesitation, i found my answer.
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Randomnever underestimate the pain of a person, because in all honesty, everyone is struggling; some people are just better at hiding it than others. everyone has their own story to tell, no one sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the...
