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When he saw her
for the first time
did he know
that he would break her heart?

Did he know
that the beautiful brightness
in her eyes,
that drew him to her,
would slowly dwindle,
fade?

As the lies grew,
the light died.
He really didn't
give her a chance.

Did he know?

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Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts

I heard your voice again
For the first time in 2 years
And everything that I thought
Everything that I convinced myself
I had passed
The pain
The sorrow
The regret
The hatred
The love
Came rushing back
And stunned me
Like a cold bucket of ice
Against my burning skull
And my decaying mind
The beauty of your revenge
Mirrors the beauty of your smile
Because when ice strikes blood
And gashes the vein
It slowly melts
Into the wound itself
I should have known
That the strongest heart
Is not one that doesn't break
But one that doesn't pump

I'm so sorry.