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falling out of love is one of the most disorienting things a human being can experience. it feels like getting the rug pulled from under you. running off a cliff and getting that stomach drop feeling. like slipping on the stairs and laying there as you watch the red pour from your head.

i knew you werent the one but holy fuck you truly aren't the one. i can barely handle my own fucking mess. i couldn't handle yours, too. nobody likes a dirty boy.