Trust is an amazing thing. You either have it or you don't. There's no third form.
They broke you, didn't they?
But it was for love and love only, my dear. They loved you- and they wanted you. So badly. Therefore, they had to, my love. They had to cut you. Cut you into a hundred little pieces so that they could have you to themselves only. And now, each one of them has an equally divided number- of your remains.
Do not misjudge, precious. It was but, for love only.
3 comments:
hmm you could love somebody so much that it could kill them
after long time, the old styled post of urs is back :p..yeh cheez :)
:)
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