The time I felt most terrified probably was when I broke up with my first love. The sour bitterness in me was unlike anything I've ever felt before. A rush of
infuriated sorrow that really couldn't wait 'till tomorrow. Tears poured, mouths frowned and pain oozed out the very part of my body parts that held the liquid I would've used potentially to help conceive a baby. I missed her. I still do.
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