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I’ve heard love can make the sanest of us all, crazy. I’d never experienced this phenomenon before, but now, as I sit in my sorrow, bleeding my heart through my eyes, all I want to do is shout for it to stop. For everything to stop. I feel everything and nothing. I hurt in a way others can never see. And the worst of all contradictions is that I ache for him to hold me and help me with this pain. It’s him causing it. Him who’s ripped my heart from my chest. Him who I can’t...

I’ve heard love can make the sanest of us all, crazy. I’d never experienced this phenomenon before, but now, as I sit in my sorrow, bleeding my heart through my eyes, all I want to do is shout for it to stop. For everything to stop. I feel everything and nothing. I hurt in a way others can never see. And the worst of all contradictions is that I ache for him to hold me and help me with this pain. It’s him causing it. Him who’s ripped my heart from my chest. Him who I can’t...