Charlotte FeatherstoneIt hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.
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It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her. is something that will haunt you in your thoughts.
You will be thinking about this quote when you are in pain, when you feel bad about yourself, when you are having a hard time, and when you are in love. It is difficult to live without someone who causes you pain, but it is even more difficult to live with someone who causes pain in all aspects of your life. You want someone who makes you happy and gives you laughter and joy, but you can’t have that if they also make you sad inside.
Source: Addicted
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