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Final Goodbyes
Never did I think that Isabella shall treat me in such a way. My temper so wants to boil out of control. My anger has now reached its peak; how can she think that saying sorry to me is going to make anything better. I cannot believe the words that are coming from her mouth.
Now let us take this into perspective, I have had my fair share of my own lies. And yes, it might have caused a rather trying time in our relationship, but nothing justifies what she has done.
This stings my heart beyond belief, being rejected by the woman you love. She shall not see my tears; she shall not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Yes, I have done this so many times, but god, this hurts hard. It cuts deeper than a thousand knives. And do they cut deep? Rejection by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is a death sentence. Did I ever see such rejection be done upon me? Never in all my years did I once foresee that I shall ever hurt so much.
My heart is shat
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