Never, not even for once, had they ever gotten along. Nostalgia built hatred and brought back pain, and it justified its dark intentions. Love built its foundation on lies and pain, trying to avoid disappointments and rejection.

Pain got me high and arrogant, and it got me to never look back again. But nostalgia was there to never disappear but, instead, to torture. A painting of good memories never looked like a picture, but a blurred mirror.

Rejection reflected to me emotions that couldn’t fade, and all of them brought rivers of tears and a hole that could never be filled and continues to be that way without fail. Loneliness has found and built its home in me.

Never will words or actions ever terminate the grudge that now stands in the place where love once ruled and happiness made bright.


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