We kill to, survive…this war made us into, total, BARBARIANS. They (those who took us prisoners!) told me to kill one of my brothers, that if I don’t do it, they will, kill me…I didn’t want to, but, it’s either me or him, and I got a family back home!
We kill to, survive, the war had, drained our, humanity dry completely, there’s, no doubt, I did what I had to to keep my self alive, so I can, get home to my family. But that still doesn’t give ME the excuse, to commit, MURDER, does it?
what the minds of those who survived looked, like…image from online
So I’d started, spiraling downward, seeing these, flashes of images of war in my mind, playing and replaying themselves, over, over, over, and over again. It’s like someone had, shoved THAT black-and-white T.V. with the statics, and it won’t get turned, off!
We kill to survive, we’d gone from civilized, to the, most, barbaric of forms and states of, being and, mind. We can’t change the murders we’d committed against those whom we had served with, even though, they understood that we did what we had to, to, survive…
We kill to survive, the world is, too harsh a place, even now when I am here, in this, peaceful land (‘cuz I’d made it back alive!), I still feel this war happening, in my head, and I can’t, turn it, off!
the images that, haunts those who came back home…photo from online
They tell me that all who’d gone through wars feel like that, and I know it, in my mind, but, I just………
I did what I had to, to, SURVIVE, and that is, that.
Helping the children grieve through the loss of a beloved, pet, this is a very important experience to the younger generations that the adults can give to them…translated…
Compared to Hurrying to Get the Children Out of the Grief from the Losses, it’s More Important that We Help the Children Learn to Grieve for the Losses of Our Pets
The deaths of pets, are usually the very first time that the children come across “loss”, and it usually come without any warnings. If a child, in this process of losing, had been well accompanied by the adults, and allowed to grieve fully, then, it wouldn’t just be a lesson in coping with her/his emotions, but also, it helps the child to learn slowly, that life ends, but love stays, intact.
I had my very first dog in my first year of middle school, I named it “Honey”, it was a white Maltese.
He only stayed at my home for five short days.
Shortly after he’d come, he’d started showing signs of health issues, we’d taken him to the vet a couple of times. By the fifth day, as I was at school, it was taken to the vet, and never came, back.
as our pets grew older…photo from online
That very weekend, as I rushed home from cram school, I’d asked my parents, “when do we go see Honey?”
“The vet said he had cramps when he was in the veterinary clinic, he died already.”
At age thirteen, I’d cried a whole of three days straight.
Then I’d told myself, I want to be a veterinarian when I grow, up.
Do Not Keep Your Children Out of Losing Your Pets
Looking back to that part of my experiences, I’d slowly come to understand, what pained me at the time, wasn’t just that I’d lost my dog, but how that loss came so, suddenly. I didn’t even have the time to comprehend what had happened, nor time to prepare myself, not gotten the chance to say goodbye to him.
As I’d begun working in the hospice for animals as an adult, I kept seeing how the adults, in order to protect their young from the experiences of loss, they’d kept the children away, not allowing them to go with their pets through their final passages of, life. But to the children, what’s hard wasn’t the “understanding” of death, but before the children realized what was happening, everything already, ended.
As the children are, passive in only knowing the end results, what they’d experienced, wasn’t just the loss, but, there’s that sort of a sudden snap breakage. And therefore, compared to “how to tell” the children, the more important is to allow your young to be present in the process. If your pets are still alive, then, take your children to experience the pets death, in the means, the ways that the children can, handle, for instance, explaining to them, what is to be done, to have them share the responsibilities of caring for the pets, or allowing them to stay by their pets’ sides. Then, the loss wouldn’t come to a dead halt, but a process that the children can pass through completely.
Most of the children don’t instinctively fear death, they’d learned from the adults’ responses toward death: this is something horrible, or natural. Death is too abstract a concept for children to understand, this is different from adults. If we use “they’re asleep now”, or “they left already”, “they’d graduated out of life”, the children may use their own knowledge of experiences, and connect it with what they understood what those terms mean, and this will more than likely cause them to have confusions, which will cause them to develop anxieties and/or fears.
letting the children know that it’s okay to feel sadness and loss when the pets die…photo from online
Using the simple but straightforward explanation, for instance, “he’s dead”, it may help the children better understanding. At the same time, you need to let your children know, that death means that the pets won’t come back again.
Do be clear in telling your children, “it’s not your fault that our pets got ill or died”, because they are more prone to connect the cause and effects on their own, from which, the unnecessary guilty will stem out. So, don’t confuse death or socialization or behaviors for them, like “because you were bad, that’s why he got sick”, this may work for the temporary outlet of the emotions, but it may cause the children to feel, “because I’m bad, that’s why the pets died”, a sort of an understanding of the, self.
Allowing Your Young to Participate Through the Whole Process of Your Pets Dying, & Accompany Your Children Through the Entire Experiences of Grief, of Loss
Some children may need to cry a very long time, some gets distracted by play and quickly get over the deaths of the pets, and may remember the deaths of their pets in a few days’ time. It’s not that they didn’t care, but because they’re using their own ways to, grieve. Some children would ask repeatedly, “where did s/he go?”, “When is s/he coming back?”, it doesn’t mean that they don’t understand death yet, but they are using their own ways, to slowly work through this loss step by step.
When the child is upset, we can try to just stay with them, and empathize with our young, “you miss her/him, don’t you? It’s okay if you cry.”
Sometimes, when death came too suddenly, we as adults were too, unprepared, let alone, inviting our children to grieve with us. Under those situations, what we can do, is to take care of ourselves first—because we may also be in shock and grieving in the moment.
Then, after it happened, we take our children along, to slowly, complete this, finality of, life.
If it is allowed, we should allow the kids to hold the pets, pat it, say their goodbye to the pets.
For children, they can use art, or cards; for the adolescents, sorting through the photos, or participate, and to get them to be a part of the ritualistic after the pets’ deaths, all of these will help them express and experience their grief fully.
This isn’t just for the sake of memorializing, but also, helping the children grieve and to settle their connections with their pets. Compared to rushing the kids out of their sorrows, the more important may be to help them walk through this loss well.
We may not know what we’re supposed to say, nor would we handle everything “correctly”.
But maybe, compared to handling it perfectly, it’s more important for us to be right there with our children, to experience this loss together.
When the grief is allowed, seen and, acknowledged. It will not be experienced alone, but a shared experience.
And so, this is how, we should NOT shelter our children from losses, instead we should GUIDE them to experience these, losses, especially when the kids are the “primary owners” of these pets (b/c they asked us to buy or to adopt them???), and if you tried to keep your kids from experiencing these passages of life, because you think they’re too young to live through all of that, then you’d be, depriving them of the experience of life AND death, and that will lead to them being, maladapted to death, and chances are, by keeping them from experience death, they will be unable to handle it when what they love die in the futures, and that will make them even more, maladaptive. So, do NOT think, that you’re, saving your children from the griefs, they NEED to learn to grieve, in order to become, emotionally, mature!
No need to grieve, because she had no regrets, she’d done everything she should, to help her husband live in the best way possible before he passed…and there’s nothing wrong with not grieving, “properly” (with the TEARS, the SCREAMS, the pulling our hairs out in pain!)…after all, we all grieve in our own ways, in our own, times…translated…
The article written by Chung on November 14th, “The Year After I Lost My Wife”, it’d reminded me of my friend, Ku.
Ku is the wife of a physician, her better half, Dr. Chen had been married before her, all of his children are grown. Ku didn’t have children of her own, her marriage seemed, simple, enough, but Dr. Chen’s children had been prejudiced against her since the start, they’d believed, that she’d looked after him so well, all of the sake of his properties and assets; even though they don’t live together, the children still mocked her in all of the family gatherings, while her husband, toward all of the mistreatments she’d suffered, only told her lightly after the get-togethers: “You’re more mature, don’t keep the scores with the younger, generations, if you can, use humor against their disrespect toward, you.” Then, he’d started lecturing about how the greats, the world renowned would handle her situation, forgetting, that Ku is, a mere, mortal woman.
In recent years, Dr. Chen became demented, and had to close down the clinic he owned, while Ku, who’d become his primary caretaker, with an awkward position in his, family, her hard work to appease to her stepchildren, and they see her as a gold digger, along with the hardships from taking care of Dr. Chen in his, dementia, it’d made her, suffered hard.
At the start of this year, Dr. Chen passed away. On the return home from reciting the Buddhist blessings, Ku thought about how she would no longer need to entangle herself with Chen’s children, she’d no longer needed to care for him hand and foot……………she’d gone to a restaurant, treated herself out to a grand meal, then, checked into a high-end hotel for the night; she’d not cried, instead, she’d slept, better than before. She’d told, “I’d done everything I should for him, and now, the burdens are completely, lifted from me, do I not deserve a break? I’m only doing, something that a lot of women want to do, but don’t have the guts to, or that they don’t feel right doing.”
Since the passing of Dr. Chen, I’d found that Ku became a better version of her own, self, she’d remodeled her home to the way she likes it, learned the Zentangle, I-Ching, and she’d begun, bringing that old dog that’d been kept in the yards, into the house, to make up for the years of him, having to, sleep outside—because Dr. Chen is allergic to dog hair, and when his children comes home, they’d feared that the dog would injure their, young children. Later, Ku mocked, “those of you with young children in your homes, don’t have dogs, it is bad for the, dogs!”
There were those who knew them that criticized that Ku never loved Dr. Chen, otherwise, how come she isn’t, grieving over his, death? She’d asked in return: does she need to hold tight to his photograph and cry like hell everyday for her love to, show? Living her life well, so Dr. Chen wouldn’t have to worry about her anymore, is that not, love too?
I’m supportive of Ku’s beliefs, when the people we love are still alive, we do all we can, loving them wholeheartedly, and when they’re gone, we don’t melt down, no regrets, grateful to the deceased, for their company of us, then, with those who survived, leaving the rest of their lives well, the dead and the living, both at peace with each other, that, is the true and healthy form of, the expressions of, love.
And so, because this woman whose husband died, did all she could, to ensure he was well cared for, that’s why she didn’t cry, and, she refused to allow the outside opinions of how she experience the grief from losing her husband to get to her, and that takes, a ton of, strengths from within, and now, she’s begin that new chapter in her life, without him, living her life, enriched.
On grief counseling, how we need to work through the issues ourselves FIRST, before we can be of use to anyone,, else…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The medical professional of hospice care and physician, Hsieh points out, that grief, is like “solitude” that is trending in discussion in the community these past few years, something that’s not viewed as an important subject, that’s become, every day. Grief is a common experience of humans, that can’t get resolved by the medical care systems, but, cared for and carried by the community supportive networks.
She believes, everybody should get to know grief, learn how to socialize with someone who’s been through grief. This doesn’t require any training in grief counseling, but can be reinforced through empathy and understanding loss.
To become a good grief companion, we need to get to know our own griefs first, become tentative of our responses in the day-to-day encounters of loss, understand how we handle grief, to set up one’s own “grief care systems”, some of us need to be left alone, others need listeners, some may need the companionship of pets, for some, being around nature helps, first, know our selves, then we will be able to, detect the status of, others.
Following, the acceptance of grief wholly is vital, when the individual keeps on repeating the same things, cussing out the deceased, or hide for three days without contact, you need to help the person grieving feel, that everything s/he is doing is, accepted, and shouldn’t use “it’s for your own good” in attempt to get the person to stop the specific behaviors.
Lin, as a nurse in hospice care, because of her high empathetic skills, she often feels the grief of the family members, she’d stated clearly, that as a professional terminal care nurse, knowing one’s own grief is the hardest and first step.
She’d set up two “grief care modes” for herself, first, finding someone she felt safe with to disclose, second, reading books on related subject to help herself find comfort in her own grief. She believes, that everybody handles grief differently, that other than improving in self-care from knowing how one grieves, when one day, you need someone else’s companionships, you can tell the person what it is that you need from them.
And so, this is still on knowing our own selves in our own griefs first, before we can do anything about it, working through the processes, healing ourselves up. We must first, know our own, tendencies, of what triggers our griefs, something we aren’t aware of, that reminded us of the person we’d lost or whatever, and once we can pinpoint these triggers, we will get better and grieving for the losses more, and slowly, we heal from what we’d, lost.
The stages of grief, sadness, attacks you, after you’d lost your, mother, and you feel like you’re, in the midst of that, thunderstorm, with no way out, but everything shall, pass, eventually…translated…
Gotten up early to go out for my morning run with a, friend, we ran along that, coastline, the dark clouds pressed down on us, the waves started, coming in, smashing against the, shores, my friend told, that it’d felt like the typhoon of Taiwan. This year is the third year of my immigration to the U.S.. I’d rushed back to Taiwan to see my mother one last time, I think, we will, never be ready to say, goodbye, and, as I’d returned back to the U.S., it’d felt, surreal. After our morning jog, we’d gone to a local café, that was when the rain, finally, came.
As I returned, I instinctively played Symphony number six, in F major, opus 68, Pastoral, movement IV: Thunderstorm, the raucous of the notes sounded like the waves I’d encountered on my morning run. Many images flashed across my, mind then. I’d remembered the first time I’d learned this pieces, my mother had the tablet in her hand, opened my door told, this piece sounded wonderful, and asked me if I can, record it for her into her iPad? I recalled the woman in the Korean soap, holding on to the body of her dead youngest son, with her eyes hollow, asking why the ambulance hadn’t, come? I’d recalled the day following my mother’s funeral at the start of the year, I sat before the piano, and played the movement of Symphony No. 6 in F Major, Opus 68, Pastoral, again. My emotions became like the waves, attacking me, with me, standing on the edge of that, cliff, allowing the wind to scream, and that feel of disconnect, being rooted up, with the entire world, crumbling all around, still very clear in my mind.
the symphony, from YouTube…
I’m thinking, that maybe, it will take me, many, many years, to finally find the resolves and answers I need from this life. My friend told me, that even if it’s just, going through the motions, it’s fine. I looked toward him, nodded, with tears, coming from my, eyes.
The last note is finally played, and the song, ended, and that final note sounded, too, quiet and lonely, I froze on that, final, note, breathing in, and out, the moment I lifted my wrist from the piano, the images of the past started, intertwining before my eyes, then, faded out, like the blue sky that came out after the rain today, with the clouds still, thick high up in the, skies, but one day, in the future, the sun will, come, back, out.
So you’re still, grieving for the loss of your, mother, and you will always feel the loss of your mother, because she’s, gone, but, you will heal, a little more each and every day, you just have to, keep on, moving onward, and, even IF you feel like you’re just, going through the motions day to day, like you’re on, autopilot mode, that’s okay too, it’s a, process of grief, and everybody experience it, differently.
living under the raging storms of loss…what she feels she’s, trapped, inside, of…image from online
After all this time, the heart still, held on, to the love that’s, stolen away by, death…
I still miss you, even after all this time, and I’d often, recalled when we first met, and how our love, grew and grew, and bloomed into, this, beautiful, garden.
I still miss you, even after all this time, I know I should be letting you go, but your memories, they’d, tangled me up, I was, that ball of yarn, with the entanglement of your love. I still miss you, even after all this time, tell me what I gotta do, to move on, to leave the memories of what we shared, behind.
time to, let go, but can I, really, let you, go??? Photo from online
I don’t know how I can, live for another day, without you, my soulmate! I still miss you, after all this, time, time does NOT ease the pain at ALL (They LIED about that!), it only, made me, miss you, more and more, each and, every day.
I still miss you, even after all this, time, and it’d been, more than, a whole damn, decade, and although, I don’t grieve over you anymore, but, you’re still, constantly, on my, mind.
This apparently, IS, what I’m, supposed to do, now that you’re, gone… Continuing on this journey, without, you…this is not meant to be, easy one bit, I know! And yet, as I wake up every single day with your memories, all around me, in this, house of ours, these four walls became, a prison for me, and I feel, compelled, to seek out refuge, away! Continuing on this journey, without, you, nobody said it would be easy, after losing the love of our life, to move on from what’s already, happened. Death, is so totally, unkind, it’d, dragged you away, without preparing me, ahead of, times… And so, I keep on grieving for me, for you, for us, for this life we once shared which was, filled with, all those, wonderful, memories. I know I should NOT trap myself, but I still, can’t move on, just let me hang on to you, a little bit, longer, than, you can, let me, go, and stop, haunting me, perhaps??? Continuing on this journey, without you, I am already, doing it, just, putting one foot in front of the other, taking it, a day, at a, time. Some days, it’s easier, while others, still, hard as hell, but, at least, I’m, moving………
On how watching the fictional tales of what’s similar to your personal experiences, helps, you move forward with your life, after the, loss…translated… The video streaming platform had a Japanese soap of life and death, “If My Wife Become an Elementary School Student”, it’d moved me deeply. A car crash that left the protagonist dead, leaving the female lead and the man’s daughter behind to care for each other, and, the female lead then, came to the daughter in the ways of an elementary school student, to visit……………I’d recalled, that on my husband’s funeral, I’d, held back my tears, to not allow the tears to fall, only hoped that my husband will have no worries, moving on, to leave the world, peacefully. Looking at the photo of my husband, the pains that surfaced to mind, was deep to the heart, and I’d felt unwilling to, part with, him. The funeral is over, but not my loss or sorrows. Looking at his clothes in the closets, it’d felt, as if he was only, working late, and not yet come home, but the moment right afterwards, I’d remembered the day he’d, died, the physician on duty shocked him, and it’d not gotten his pulse, back, I’d fallen limp, helplessly, in the hallway of that, hospital, feeling the anger and the, despair. In losing the love of my life, I’d, returned back to our, empty, home, feeling lost, I’d not wanted to, deal with anyone, nor can I, accept the cares and concerns shown to me by those around me, because, it seemed a constant reminder, of how my husband was, already, gone. Don’t plan to discuss with anyone else, just chose to, stay, silent, his face, his stature, his voice, and everything that we once, shared, continued to run around in my, mind, I worried, that those memories will become, blurry, and I eventually, forget, him. This passive way of living my life, with the complex emotions, got me stuck, I’d fallen, and can’t, get, back, up again, it seemed that time had, stood, still, at the very moment that the doctor announced the time of death. How do we get out of the loss, after we’d lost, our, spouses? The drama had, caught my, attention, the heartwarming ways of, describing the time they’d shared, that warmth conversations the characters, shared, it’d, gently, helped me, answered, this, question. The female lead changed back into an elementary school student, used her own way, helped her husband who’d become, a zombie, to pick himself, back, up, to guide him to face up to his loss; that for this life, the connection of her and her husband was, over, and yet, the daughter that they shared, who’s still, alive, still needed his love, those who were left behind, need to, find a way to, move on. Although I couldn’t be like the characters, to have that, imaginative reunion with the love of my life who’d, died, but in watching the soap, I was reminded to, hold the love we shared close, to extend the love, to find my own courage, to live for the both of, us. The dramas helped me better understand life, death is such a heavy and burdensome subject, but, I’d laughed and cried with the protagonist’s living her story of life, learn to lvoe again, and the meaning of, life. I’m certain, that every tiny, ordinary moment of our lives, is worth our, attention. And so, this, is how watching someone else’s stories, seeing how someone else deal with what we’re going through, can help, because, by watching these films, and it didn’t matter if the stories are fictional or not, it’s, relatable to our lives, and, we will, find the answers we are seeking, after such an, enormous, loss.
What the FUCK (don’t pardon me here!) is WRONG with you, huh??? Her husband JUST D-I-E-D, and you all are, talking about the matter of, what to do with the remaining items, the materialistic CRAP he’d left behind? Let her GRIEVE first!!! Give her the time, to OVERCOME the initial SHOCK of losing HER husband (that “ranks” really high on the “stressors” list, no???), stop PUSHING her to “get better”, or to “get over the loss”, ‘cuz that ain’t happenin, you morons!!! Let her GRIEVE, let her CRY, let her, go through the initial shock stages of slowly, come to the realization of her husband’s, death, and let it hit her like a, ton of bricks, and no, you still can’t do nothing (so???) ‘bout how HARD those tons of bricks are going to, feel either! Let her GRIEVE, let her cry, break down, laugh hysterically, because that’s how she can, cope with the situation, let her go into, that FRENZIED state of, craziness, just leave her be! Stop pushing her to “recover from the loss”, it isn’t that easy, losing her soulmate… Give her time, stop pushing her, leave her alone, and just be there, on the, “backgrounds”, and, offer her a shoulder that she can, cry onto when she needs, and that, is all, you can, do, for her, to pull her OUT of the loss.
Love is a MESSY “business”, and yet, NOBODY, can, escape it…that’s how it is! On getting our hearts, broken by someone…translated… “Like the saying goes, you can’t escape the law, nor can you, escape, from, love”, a friend from afar, M, begged to differ. What he’d meant was probably: the law is for the guilty, while the love, for the, lover. The guilty carried the markings of sin, while the markings of the lovers, are brighter colored, and glowing. And yet, he’d forgotten, that the law is, very, strict, once you’d, offended, you can’t, ever, escape it, you couldn’t dodge, you can only, throw your hands up in surrender, and get, taken, in. By the same, falling in love, you can’t escape the heart, you can’t, get beyond that, infatuated state, and you can, only, offer your hearts, up. The character of “The Dreams of the Red Mansion”, had all caught themselves, in the nets of, love. As M fell for the nets of love to capture him set by his Korean girlfriend, he wasn’t able to, escape, the heart skipping a beat, gotten infatuated with her, along with, the thrills of the, chase. Can’t forget that feeling, that thrilling scene, of how the lovers had, been forced to, part, and, as the love went, bust, with tears falling from his eyes, he’d, walked to the parking lot, couldn’t collect all the feelings he’d, put into the love, he’d started, crying out loud, looking for his own, car as he’d, cried on, and, no matter how he’d, circled around, he just, couldn’t find that car he’d parked, inside, that, not really big, parking lot. And, just like that, a big boy, got, gobbled up by the nets of, love, was he really trying to, find his car? Yes, and no. He couldn’t escape from the price he must now pay, for, falling in, love. (Maybe, you’d needed to taste the sweetness of love, to know, that there are, the laws of love you can’t, escape, from, there were, the ironclad laws in stone, of love too, it’s, authoritarian, saved for the self, only, and can’t be shared with a, third, person.)
nobody escapes…
and the kid doesn’t even, aim well enough!!! Illustration from online It’s like so for the Little Mermaid as well too. The Little Mermaid, in the prime of her youth, fell at first sight for the prince, and, longed to be his wife, to get the eternity of the soul shared with him. She’d paid the price, lost her, voice; she’d paid, some more, weathered through the pains of her, physical, body; she’d paid, swallowing the pains of loss, and, still wished the man she loved, to be happy with, another, woman. At the very end, she’d, decided, to give her self away, to pay for love with her life, returned back to the oceans, and, as the light from the sunrise hit the waters, she’d become, sea foams, vanished, in that endless, ocean of love, without any, blessings for her, no regrets from her part. The night of the breakup, M’s hair turned, white, and he’d lost his memories too. And, don’t know how much longer, his tears finally, ran, dry, like he’d, done served his hard time, and finally, released from the imprisonment, and that, was when he’d, walked out, from his own, imprisonment of the self. And yet, the love was like the coming and going of the tides, still keeps on coming towards him, again, again, and again, and once the waves of love comes, all you can do is to, fall in, again. Those with the feelings still intact, can’t escape the realities of the dreams, can’t break free from the falsities of the, dreams too, real and make-believe, all trapped, inside, by this, body. You can’t escape the laws, and you also, can’t escape those tides love either, and they keep on, coming, one right after the next, and the next, and the, next. The waves came and went, the sweet sounds of love’s laughter, the joys of love, mixed with the jealousy, the hate, all those, teardrops that strung into the pearls because of the, broken hearts, in the end, they are to become, the foams, set free to, sail into, the oceans unknown. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! No matter what sort of mirages this life brings us,, there’s, no shortages of the, foams. Maybe, the earth itself, is a, huge, bubble too. Then, would the interactions between people, between man and, universe, all, be, slowly, dying?
and it hurts, doesn’t it??? Sketch from online Lessons from the heartbreaks, they’re the hardest to learn, because, we all want to keep our, rationalities in love, and we tell ourselves, that we can’t, lose our senses this time (because we had the last time, and look where it’d, gotten us???), and yet, as Cupid’s arrow (god damn it, someone needs to CONFISCATE the DANGEROUS weapon from that BRAT’s hands!!!) hits, we get, infatuated with someone, and, we get that warm and fuzzy feelings inside (like I said, it might be, G-A-S!!!), then, we can’t live without each other, then, as love progressed, we all get bored, and start looking for that EXIT signs, and then, it takes something major, (like you lied, I cheated, etc., etc., etc.) for love to, finally, SNAP, and none of us realize, that hey, that event that’s, caused us to S-N-A-P, was only that, final step toward our, breakup, the breakups been, long time coming, it just takes, that solitary EVENT (cheating, lying, etc., etc., etc.) for us to see, that hey, we’re not right for each other, then, there’s, still a whole lot of mess after that, because, I feel upset that you broke it off with me, and I’d put in so much energy, gave you my heart, yada, yada, yada, and I will take revenge on you, for breaking my heart! Then, love becomes, REVENGE, and it’s still, a huge, M-E-S-S…
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