Sep 2013
Death's winter hand touched my heart.
He held it turning my blood to ice.
He took it with him and left.
I was left with no heart.
Left empty.
He held it turning my blood to ice.
He took it with him and left.
I was left with no heart.
Left empty.
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)
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