Nothing hurts more than to hear that you're not wanted. The words are transformed and become spears cut meat pieces. And you dare to ask if wrapped in fear that the other feels it is in the concept of love. And you listen, and wait for the answer, listening to the fast pace of your breathing. And when one does not fit your ears something cold touches you back, gets into the bones and finally leaves a hole where the soul should be. I know deep sorrow.
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