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Hearts sewn together, Only to be ripped apart, One still intact, The other in pieces. Broken threads reveal themselves frayed, Leave an expression on my mind, That what was meant to be, Will eventually be. Every thing comes with a cost, And the cost of loving you, Is this monster inside, Tearing me apart, piece by piece. Although it kills me to love you, It's a price I'm willing to pay, For even a glimmer of hope, And these darkening days.Untitled
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Tags: Love , Dark Poetry
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