It was only then did I realize that all the quarrels we went through, the addiction to pain, the shots fired, the pleasure we get in the abuse, the bittersweet tears, the bruises during hard-core sex, every physical and emotional wound shared between us were nothing but follies of this undeniably sick love.

-theislandgirlinthecity

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