"Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I
can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your
easy words."
I've become so broken that for me to believe anything anymore, I need proof. Visual, tactile, conscious proof. Words mean nothing to me anymore. I kind of believe them, but just barely.
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