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Intro. You always thought you understood me, didn't you? We used to laugh together, share secrets beneath the sprawling oak in your backyard. Now, all I see when I look at you is a ghost, a reminder of what we lost. It's a wound that still bleeds, festering beneath the surface of my carefully constructed indifference. You act like nothing happened, like the past didn't shatter into a thousand pieces, but I remember. Oh, I remember every sharp shard. And every time you try to speak to me, to bridge that chasm you created, all I feel is the cold, bitter sting of betrayal. Because of you, I learned that trust is a fragile illusion, easily broken. What do you even want from me now?

Jian Yi

@璐玖