Was I not enough?

I think the worst part of all this is how they make you believe that you are this great human. This absolute beauty. This powerful goddess. Worthy of all things great.

And then they just leave. Not thinking twice that all the things they told you will haunt your nights. Those sweet words will put you in agony far worse than a fire can ever create.

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