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…love, am I a fool to believe in you?

I’m here again. So familiar this place, that I don’t even reach the shearing engulfing rage I felt the first time. I wont ever feel that way again, wont ever cry the pain of losing my punchdrunklove vision of my ”perfect for me man”  I watched him trying to hide his true self, trying to weave half truths, soothe and beguile me with his beautiful tears, his regret, his sorrow,  his promise to change, his vow to make us work, his vow to never speak to her again.

But i’m here again.