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“I don’t love you anymore.”

I wish I could say that, but I can’t. Because here I sit in my room, weeping and wishing that I would wake up and find out this is just an excruciatingly painful dream. That I would open my eyes and find you still sound asleep next to me, our arms and limbs a tangled mess. But I open my eyes and barely see anything as I am blinded by my tears and cry harder, losing myself to the agony. The never ending agony.

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