Relationships are like life. You can't tell if the pleasure worth the pain or not. Getting out is a suicide. Someone inside grabs a knife. Does a neat cut, and if you are still waiting there, goes on "Go home now". Then there is silence for a while, no pain no pleasure, just the bleeding. The nice comforting bleeding, you feel lighter, lighter and lighter for a while. Then the lightness becomes unbearable. But that's another day's story.
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