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What an abusive relationship.

One who is broken on the inside.

A tale of unreachable love.

Hmm. For my Grandmother.

When they feel the joy of killing you, yes, that's when it hurts the most.

They leave you with nothing. They take it all when they go.

A teenager who feels that there's no way out of her broken-hearted sorrow that these horrid people make her feel.

Ah, yes, the forgotten love. The love never noticed.

"We stand here, together, in the rain..."

Hmm.