At times it hurts
True love is measured by how deep you fall And judged by how low you are willing to crawl Just to save it and make it last It is determined by how willing you are to open up and offer your trust. It is hospitable, amazing at all times, and always kind I cherish the moment's I spent with you it hurts to swallow that bitter pill, and come to reality the relationship odds have turned against me despite all my pleas It wrecks me, the last moment that has played out so wrong. tough to chase this and mend myself again. All the best as you depart wishing you nothing but the best . @Ancientharun
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