To love and love again;
That was my curse.
To know every beautiful heartbeat, to witness the most painful heartache; that was the game.
Maybe in the past life I did something to have this curse, maybe I did deserve the happiness and misery all laced in one.
I tried to break myself free, but to no avail, I found myself stuck in the middle of cupid's game. Was it a sin to love more than you love yourself?
How many times do I have to fall for broken men? How many times do I have to help them stitch themselves back together? How many times do I have to see them walk away? How many times does this cycle repeat?
Some say I'm a gift to the world.
But the truth is, the world is my misery.
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The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poesía"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
