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by Ash
Rated: E · Poetry · Teen · #2191227
My heart.
You can’t remold it forever.
There is eventually a breaking point.
It has snapped and been taped together so many times,
Not even the worlds tape could repair this.
I want to feel emotionless, like a robot,
So this pain of being alone goes away.
So this flame of despair doesn’t burn me down,
So this wave of frozen chaos doesn’t lock me in place.
Being sliced with a thousand sharpened blades
Would be nothing.

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