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Nov 2012
It's when you're in love.
With someone, something, somewhere.
You give your heart, your soul, your needs, your dreams, your memories, your time, your laughs, your eyes, your mouth, your everything.
It is accepted.
Then thrown to the floor.
Shattered.
Right there in front of you.
With full eye contact the whole time.
A smirk in place.
Laughter, even.
You are dumbfounded.
Why?
What was that?
What was that?
The trust is gone.
Your heart commences breaking.
It eats itself.
Your hands bleed.
Your hair falls.
Your mouth is shut.
Your fingers are cut off.
Your stomach is exposed.
Your thighs cut open and hollowed.
Your knees broken like eggshells.
Your feet peeled inch by inch.
Your toes yanked out recklessly.
Your toenails split in half, each one.
What are you now?
Who are you now?
Where are you now?
When will you be whole again?
You
are
destroyed
mutilated
broken
distorted
You are done.
2011
recovering stages
Cin
Written by
Cin  23/F/California
(23/F/California)   
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