My heart is now broken. The only woman that I've ever told those three words to and meant it has rejected me.
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Pain is now a way of life, and I've never felt it this deeply before. It seems to be my best friend.
Like the nameless killer that roams the misty night streets.
Who has no face, but knows yours well.
Seeing demons and bunny rabbits
dancing in the mud,all the while crying tears of blood.
Example of personal hell
Frightening the frightener.
Knowing the only end to the pain
is to find another wanderer,
and taste the blood again.