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Why do I still love so much, that which I cannot have, do, feel, or be...
I sometimes truly wish for heartlessness.
However I know, that with that would come death.
I shall never stop mourning the hurt that I have caused others, and the hurt I have let be caused unto myself. However far I move past such things.
My heart is too large of a tender, squishy thing...
I sometimes truly wish for heartlessness.
However I know, that with that would come death.
I shall never stop mourning the hurt that I have caused others, and the hurt I have let be caused unto myself. However far I move past such things.
My heart is too large of a tender, squishy thing...