Love is a beautiful lie...and a painful truth
It gives you false hope only to tear it away...
With a word...
A glance...
A moment...
With every heartbreak more and more scars form on that battered organ
Soon, your heart is so tough it feels nothing
Love no longer exists
And that is one of the worst feelings in the world.
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My Depressive Mind
PoesíaThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*
