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and in the end, it was not love that saved you.
It was the hate in the pit of your stomach that willed you to stand up for the last time.
the boiling in your blood that made you sweat and made you believe that you are still alive.
all that anger bottled up inside you made you clench your fist and speak your mind.
the love you so cherished betrayed you in the end,
all those sweet words that fell on deaf ears. do you wish he'd whisper them to you? will this words bring you back to life?
NO. It was the sorrow that awakened you.
it was the broken heart, those tiny little piece that resurrected you. a broken heart is still heart nonetheless.
so you pick up this broken pieces and point them straight.
You pick up this choice shards and aim them well.
You are stronger now that you are broken. You have nothing to fear ; nothing to lose.
It was the hate in the pit of your stomach that willed you to stand up for the last time.
the boiling in your blood that made you sweat and made you believe that you are still alive.
all that anger bottled up inside you made you clench your fist and speak your mind.
the love you so cherished betrayed you in the end,
all those sweet words that fell on deaf ears. do you wish he'd whisper them to you? will this words bring you back to life?
NO. It was the sorrow that awakened you.
it was the broken heart, those tiny little piece that resurrected you. a broken heart is still heart nonetheless.
so you pick up this broken pieces and point them straight.
You pick up this choice shards and aim them well.
You are stronger now that you are broken. You have nothing to fear ; nothing to lose.