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If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via sadgirl1017)

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Depressed?

Drunken nights, foolish fights,life threatening hangovers. I was out of control. I was out to hurt myself and those around me. Then a friend of mine ask is I was depressed? I laughed at such foolish observation. Me? Depressed? Ha! I was handsome, fit, smart, charming, i could do anything, I had it all. Except her. That’s when it all hit. I was in the healing process. My own ignorance had threatening myself and my love owns. I was in pain that I dare not admit. Drowning it with any sorts of alcohol I could find. Admittance is the first step. I cast aside such lifestyle. I walk around with a smile on my face. I’m quite happy. I’ve met a lovely girl. And the bitch is back. Waltzing back into my life. Without the realization of the pain I had to bare. She’s in for a surprised. I’m no longer the guy she met in December. She holds no power over me.

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