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Out of emotions.

I’m slowly dying on the inside. And I don’t know how to make it stop.

The worst thing is missing your old self.

Let the tears come and water your soul.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

Dear two-faced friend, I can’t seem to decide which face of yours to slap first.

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

Don’t let the scars on your heart define the way you love.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.