I stare aimlessly at the ceiling. She never loved me. She used me. She cheated on me. She hurt me. She destroyed me.
Tears flow freely from my eyes, like endless waterfalls of my own misery. An earthquake rattles through me, jumbling my thoughts and causing me to shake uncontrollably. How did I ever think that I was good enough for her high set standards. No, she used me and threw me away like a dirty old rag doll. She turned away from me, to be with another. Her cruel words were like little knifes piercing my flesh with each jab or cruel action towards me and the ones I loved. So I severed what we had, I refused to suffer any longer, but suffer, I did.
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The Tale Of The Girl With No Heart
Poesía"The girl sat alone, the girl with no heart. She stared blankly at the others, wondering what it was like to be happy, to have a heart. But she knew deep inside, that the pain would be all she could feel, forever and forever more, she would be alo...
