Sometimes knowing the truth hurts. And especially when you've known it all this while. It's just that you didn't want to face up to it. And then you regret it. But oh well. What's eternal? Love? Friendship? Or maybe just the pain in my heart. A wound reopened too often. Maybe I should just bleed to death. Knowing that my heart aches. But I'm willing to die of this acute pain. I just want to be acknowledged. Too much to ask for?

Rosette
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