No matter how many ways I slice it, my heart is in pieces of broken. Every action cuts deep. Its a struggle not to wake up weeping. My eyes are gllazed over. I'm afraid to open them clearly to another t see how truly in I was. I went against all critics, warnings just wanted us to be us. I could have went without sin n lust. No not dwelling on what was jus admittingto the winds what I showed you my newly broken heart that was whole in us
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