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Why do we have to suffer by the hands of the people we love? Why can't we stop their abuse? Why do we have defenses against everything any everyone, except them? Why doesn't the hurt ever stop?

Why are we loyal to them? knowing how they abuse this loyalty? Why do we carry on believing that they'll stop? Or that they finally care? Why can't we say no, even though we are screaming it in our minds?

Why does it hurt to love someone?
To lose someone?
To not feel anything at all?

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