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After the bad words were exchanged, there was no more love. Those hurtful words were like knives that pierced into the heart. When you pull them out, you will get blood. If you don't pull them out, it will hurt. I once thought that the quarrel was only temporary. But once some words are spoken, they can never be taken back. Love is the accumulation of disappointment. The tenderness in the past has turned into indifference. The patience in the past has turned into impatience. Even looking at each other has become a torment. We have finally become the most familiar strangers. Even quarreling is too lazy to argue. It turns out that the most terrible thing is not that we no longer love, but that love is being worn away bit by bit. In the end, I didn't even bother to let go of my hatred, so let's just leave it like that.