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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words hurt me more than they ever could. You call me stupid, fat, ugly. It hurts. It stays with me for ever, even now years after I still don't eat, don't think I'm smart, don't think I'm pretty. I hope you know it never goes away.
It was a plague. HE was a plague. He swept his way through the masses, taking victim after victim's heart with him. Disgustingly sweet. You almost didn't see him coming. I tried to warn her, my advice as a vaccine against his heart break that he was infamous for. But she didn't listen. And that's how he gets you. That's how he kills you and steals your heart.
I was expecting him to call, he didn't. I expected him to apologize, he didn't. I expected it to get better, it didn't. I expected him to love me like I loved him, he loved her instead. I expected to stay with him, I didn't. I expected to be upset, I was. I didn't expect to meet you, I did. I didn't expect to love you, I do. I didn't expect to be happy, I am. For once.
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