You let people in and they destroy you from the inside out. They leave their marks scratched into your bones, burst from your skin like a reverse bullet and what do you do? You sew up the hole and tidy yourself up for the next asshole to come along.

You build yourself up just to be torn down again. You think you’d learn your lesson, that love burns hotter when it’s dying than when it’s starting up.

That’s what happens. Love kills you on the inside. Every time.
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