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my heart
Broken. Cheated on. Stabbed. Thrown. Used. Beaten. It was falling apart. It was holding on by the threads. Slowly losing its grip. Slowly dying. I wanted it out. I wanted all the pain to be gone. I wanted the blood dripping from my hands. I wanted it gone. I wanted the pain to go away. And the only way to do that is for it stop beating. So that’s what it did. My heart gave out. It killed me.
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i wrote this because it true. alot of girl's hearts feel like this because of being played. this is how mine feels.