No one can break me, for I am already broken.
You can not mend me for these pieces and this beautiful pain are all that is left from a once merry past.
It is these pieces that remind me that this dead heart once beat. That it once beat for someone who was but no longer is.
This dead heart once beat for someone not knowing that it would be slayed by the same person who gave it rhythm and purpose. This heart is dead, and it died for the same person that it lived for.
~Lydia Banda
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We The Void
PoetryHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.
