You broke her heart on so many levels. Devastation and despair prompting her to do dangerous, foolish things.
The physical things will heal. The bumps and the bruises.
But the inner scars will remain forever.
You took her love and used it against her. She wanted to help you so bad, only to lose herself in the midst of demons of your own design.
Now you’re gone. She is suffering. Her heart is broken, the edges of her soul tattered and torn, threadbare and frayed. She’s unraveling.
We are here to pick up the pieces, needle and thread in hand.
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