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Fuck you. Fuck what we stand for. Fuck the whole world right now, it’s shattered and now it’s harshness has cut me open. It rises with the fall. I don’t care what anyone else says, within yin comes yang. I cannot allow for my head to be fucked with like this, it’s not even my head, it’s my heart. You hold it in your hands-so tenderly, so focused, and then you look away, loosing interest and squeezing it tight with the stress of your obstacles. It bleeds, like the rest of us. I love you-I hate you. You make me-you break me. I live for you-I’d die for you. I know you love me, but you don’t need me like I need you. Cold and distant, I look away when you speak. Automatic actions substituted for formalities. Life will go on. I will as well. But I give a little bit every time, and I heart can only be broken so many times before it can’t love again.