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The reflected hurt in his eyes, the scream stuck in my throat, the hurt deep in my chest as I watched him walk away from me. The slamming of the door, the urge to scream that I am sorry. But the undeniable fact that I crossed a line I never wanted to cross. The fit of jealously I had no right to feel. If only I could go back in time to stop myself from losing control over my emotions. The hurt in his eyes is what haunts me when I close my eyes.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 09:47:40 +0000

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