At one o'clock in the morning, we broke up with the same person for the tenth time. It sounds like a joke, but it's not funny at all. In text messages, I kept asking questions, but he was silent for a long time, saying that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep. After a while, he texted me and told me that he forgot to mention that today is the 12th and we have been in love for 500 days. Originally, he had a lot to say, but now, he just wants to say, good night. So I finally cried, but he couldn't see; then I started sobbing, but he couldn't hear; so I buried my face in the pillow and howled. I'm sure I woke everyone up, but they were all still asleep. I'm very grateful to them for this. At this time, perhaps comfort kills me more than him.
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