Empty laughter hurts,
the promises that are never fulfilled,
The words that remain hurt,
like thorns in a wounded heart,
hypocrisies that erode the soul,
a withered garden of lost dreams.
It hurts the touch of a memory
that turns into agony,
and that absence that the mind evokes,
is cruel, is irony itself.
It is not love that hurts,
but the echo of what could have been,
the lies that build walls
and the rejection that stifles love.
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