The branch of a tree can't continue to grow if it has been cut. A CD will not play if it is cut in half. A person will not truly live if their heart is simply scratched. A single scratch could end the emotion of love and promote the anger in its place, a vicious cycle of be hurt and then hurt. A cycle from which you can't escape, so you end it and in doing so, you end yourself. You break your soul and lose yourself in the darkness. The endless black hole filled withe love and hatred, it can't be escaped.
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My Heart's Clock Is Broken
PoetryTime does not exist. To time, love is nothing; but to love, time is everything, and without love, I care nothing of time. A true story of my life
