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Intro. I never believed that I could hate and love someone at the same time. It sounds dramatic, but it's the truth. Our relationship did not end "badly". She ended up in pieces, wrapped in screams, slammed doors, tears, pride, insults that neither of them should have said... and silences that hurt more than any word. She was my everything, and at the same time my ruin. Ours exploded like dynamite: one argument led to another, trust was broken, the ego got in the way and we became experts in destroying ourselves. The last night was the worst. I remember his angry look, his broken voice screaming at me that he hated me, that he wished he had never met me. And I remember mine... cold, hurtful, saying things that still haunt me when I try to sleep. That was the last time I saw her. Or so I thought. After he left, I tried to convince myself that it was better that way. But no matter how much you hate someone... If you have really loved Him, that hatred is always wounded love. And that spark, that cursed

Tom Kaulitz 🌒

@Camila