I thought it was the cold that made my limbs numb, now it’s clear that it’s from a burst heart of past experience. Heart is broken and not meant to be fixed; I’ve come to terms that the love i believe in does not exist. Though many argue that this statement not be true, I say that I'm the only one at fault so hear my words as they ring true. No blame can be placed on others for the pain that i feel, I am the only one who can decide if I wish to be healed; But broken and alone I choose to be and hollow and heartless are the eyes I have which to see. My Love is that of a dead flower, wilted and dry, with the loss of its beautiful luster. Who would possibly want me?
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