Karmine’s Tale
My voice was hushed, ragged and cracked.
I tried to stop myself from crying but in the end, I cried like a wounded soldier that I am. I cried for her. I cried for the love that I will never ever have. I cried for the pain that she brought me, again for the nth time. I am really wounded—physically, mentally and even emotionally because she’s been hurting me big time every time she says no to me, every time she breaks my heart with her acid like words, with her harsh and honest to goodness brutality of her words.
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