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It'll be hard to mend

08 February, 2010

By virtue of friendship and acceptance, I will accept you but I cannot assure you that I'll be the same. No words or actions can mend this broken heart, the soul that has been left alone and hanging not informed by any reason even in unspoken gestures. You kept silent, now it's my turn to be. This longstanding war of silence will not be over, will never be over. I will not be like before, when I would swallow every dignity I have. I believe I have done you no fault, for what reason do I deserve this? I never wished or imagine this would turn out this way, but sorry, the little love left has faded away.

I admit I am hurt. Hurt perhaps is a subtle way of saying it even... I do not mean to be exaggerating but there's just no perfect word that could ultimately represent what I feel. If this is what you want, then I am more pleased to offer it to you. My dear friend, how could you?

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