Oh, God, why does it have to hurt so much? Why? It's not like I wasn't expecting it... But it still hurts, and now it won't stop. Can't you make it stop?
I thought love was supposed to feel good. Well, apparently someone lied. Because it's not good. It's warped and twisted, dark, filled with spite, laced with regret, hindered by shame. All those butterflies I felt before? They're dead. Didn't even make it out of the cocoon. Cold, dead butterflies, nestled in the cavern of my soul. And now, I can't even get them out. I'm that fragile.
I thought love was supposed to feel good. Well, apparently someone lied. Because it's not good. It's warped and twisted, dark, filled with spite, laced with regret, hindered by shame. All those butterflies I felt before? They're dead. Didn't even make it out of the cocoon. Cold, dead butterflies, nestled in the cavern of my soul. And now, I can't even get them out. I'm that fragile.
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