Without a heart

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With time i became so heartless.
With time I've seen myself go from being a pure soul to heartless, materialistic.
I feel sorry for everyone,
I lied when I said they mattered in my life.
I feel sorry for everyone who thought they were special.
Now it's time for everyone to flee.
I can sense myself getting weaker,
When I put my brain first before my heart.
My mind is cracked and my soul is now see-through.

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