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Sometimes love isn't roses and candles, but a contract with small print, where the most important stuff is hidden between the lines. At first, it all sounds like a promise, then like an excuse, and in the end, like a sentence. And all that's left is a signature under words that don't change anything anymore.

There is no revenge in this voice, only cold honesty. The kind that comes after the storm, when you realise that you were never anyone's, you just tried to be yourself next to someone who wore a mask all the time. Now let him pay for his role himself - and for the applause that never came.