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ASHLEY.
I thought I knew pain.
I thought I have succeeded in growing familiar with the sensation.
I thought there could be no greater pain than the one I felt that day, after I learnt my boyfriend had been cheating on me.
However, as I watch Sinclair walk away from me; it occurred to me I don't. And the pain I felt with Dave is nothing compared to the one I feel as his figure disappears through the door.
It hurts. So damn more than it ever hurt before.
My heart feels like it's just been jabbed with silverware. A sharp-pointed one, then twisted till it bleeds.
"Fuck!" I cuss as I fall back against the couch, my palm shrouding my face as I strive so fucking hard to hold back my sobs.
How the hell did it get to this? Everything was going so well. I was havin
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