Notes
Part 2/3 of my monstrous Sarumi fst for alykapedia
And now all that's left is hatred and betrayal and heaviness inside your chest, one that weighs you down and keeps you from moving forward. The sorrow that gnaws at your stomach and the guilt that that's eating you up alive. But you only pretend to hate each other, because you're not really as mad as you think you are and as hurt as you don't want to admit.
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