"Denial," she confessed.
"I thought so" he soberly replied. "As if one heart could comprehend another."
"I hoped it could have." the whisper came from the dark. "I know better now."
To be honest, it hurts a lot.
To be honest, its like being punched in the face, the gut.
Like kicking someone when they're already down.
Cheap shots.
Like blowing holes in your chest.
Like thick bands squeezing the air out of you.
But what "it" is, I don't know anymore.
To protest the untruths is worse than never hearing them at all.
I am not a particularly strong person.
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