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when i was little, i used to think of you as a safe place where i could fall with scars all over my knees and you would be there to pick me up and made sure that i was safe.

i liked how i used to talk to you about all things like there was no barrier in this world to stop my curiousity.

i remember that night when it was dark outside and i was scared, but i wrapped my arms around you and i looked up to the sky, witnessing the stars blinking in a cold day, and i felt safe because you were with me.

i used to be so proud of you.

yes, you are imperfect but so do other people.

and i accepted all.

but now, how can i find comfort and safe in the same place where you hurt the person you were supposed to love the most?

my heart is scattered into pieces and I don’t know who you are anymore.

Are you even the same person who used to love and protect me when i was little?

Was everything a lie?

And now I’m crying in my room wondering whether you’re good person who still deserve my pity or nothing at all, because i still remember all the comfort you have brought to me all these years and i do not want to hate you, but I cannot pretend that I’m not hurt.

have you ever thought that hurting the person you were supposed to love the most would hurt me too?

but even after all these tears and questions, i still cannot hate you completely.

i still cannot.

because i still remember how i used to find comfort in your arms but now I don’t even know if i still can hold your arms and not remembering the pains you have brought for us.

because i am the girl that came from the woman you were supposed to love the most, and hurting her means you’re hurting me too.