Thanks for walking away when I needed you the most. Thanks for turning your back on me, even though I reached out my hand, crying for your help. Thanks for throwing me back into the blackhole.. Why pull me out in the first place when you were gonna throw me back in again?

Seeing drops of blood oozing out of the wound, you feel pain. But as you search around in yourself, for the source of the pain, you realise that the pain isn't coming from the cut.. Instead, you find an unfathomable stabbing pain coming from your heart.. And you can't help asking yourself.. Why..?

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