As I lay here, broken and shattered, the truth of this all comes into clarity. Love is but an illusion and although my body is untouched my heart is bruised and beaten. This so called "Love" you have proclaimed to me is nothing but a word that causes my heart to flutter. But alas my heart shall flutter no more, for my heart has been stripped of its wings and condemned to live with a lack of reason, and although it still keeps me functioning it works for the benefit of others and as do I.
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Tragically beautiful
PoetryThis is more of a poetry piece rather than a story and although it might be pretty amateur I hope you enjoy it.
