Not the physical kind of hurt. Not the kind that beats and cuts you, leaving your skin bruised and bloody.
But the kind that tears at your heart. The kind that makes your mind spin and your soul ache. The kind that keeps you up all night wondering what went wrong. The kind of hurt that creeps into your every thought and word, that twists your insides and makes you want to scream with the pain of it.
I am most afraid of who might hurt me. And why.
[I will never hurt you]
[how do i know that though?]
[Because the thing that scares me most, is losing you]
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