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100 times broken

I don't know why I ever came back. A voice in the dark whispered my purpose, telling me there were things to be done. I fell into a hole, I made a mistake, I opened my heart when it should have been dead. I met you, and there you were, inside my heart. Why would you be there, just to break it? All things are meaningless now, my soul is ruptured. Why can't you leave my heart alone? I pretend to be okay, but I am not okay. Every moment is a struggle to keep breathing, every moment I die more inside. Every moment I lose more of me. You liar, you coward. I made myself a fool, and you watched; sad, but too scared to stop me. More and more I opened my heart, not noticing... you were curious, but never wanted it. You read it like a sick tabloid, like a disinterested glutton, devouring my soul only to vomit it into the trash. If only I could leave the world, leave it in it's sinister misery. What pathetic creatures we are; mindless worms feeding on our own filth. Leave my heart, leave my soul, leave me alone... Again I returned, over and over, and again you sated your hunger for my pain. I saw it in your eyes, you knew how much I hurt; but I let you do it, I let you break me, over and again. For my love I gave my soul; until the day you broke it. The line was crossed, my heart was closed, and you lost me. It was my turn then, to break your heart. You didn't think anything could make me leave your side, but you found it, the one line, the one that shall not be crossed. And my heart closed you out, yes even you; my inner self rose up in power, in anger you were cast from me. And now you sit, and now you have no one, no one who knows your true self with love; only the false ones remain, only the ones that love your mask too much to find your heart. But my heart is stone, and I weep no more. My heart of flesh, broken again, mended into stone, unbreakable.
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