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The memories that make up my past are so vivid I can feel the sting of reality even when they're pleasant. My life started out like a fairy tale - full of love and laughter. But over time it became twisted into something far darker, more sinister. The pain is still there, lingering beneath the surface like an open wound that refuses to heal.
The memories come flooding back in waves whenever I think about my past relationships. Rainbow, Rainbow Girls, Orgy - those were just a few of the many names and faces that filled my life with pleasure and pain. Some of them were fleeting while others lasted for years. They all shared one thing in common though: they left me feeling used and broken.
But there's something beautiful about being broken too. It's a reminder that I've lived, that I've loved and lost. And it's what drives me to seek out new experiences, new people who can help me heal or make me feel whole again. Even if it's just for a little while, the pain is worth it for those moments of pure joy.
