the tale of a broken heart.

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I reject all things with ease and slowly repair myself with nothing but lost hope.
Ive been over worked and used for granted to the point where feeling is no longer apart of the five senses
It is merely an entity searching for its purpose within a world with none
I'm afraid of not being loved so i tend to be vague in every situation that i can.
I clearly say there is nothing wrong but deep within my anatomy lurking within the abyss of my soul i am not okay.
I am a broken heart who is waiting for my turn to be fixed.

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