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Time after time it's me lying on the floor in a puddle of my own tears for a guy who could pass as a zombie.
Only instead of this zombie tearing up and eating brains, it's hearts too.
Brains because you don't seem to have one of your own.
Hearts because you constantly take ours to feel something.
Brains because you want to know what it's like to feel loved.
Hearts because you want to feel what it's like to know love.
I can see my blood on your fingers from when you ripped my heart out.
I can see me in the reflection of your dull brown eyes, a barely breathing, barely conscious girl who has been drained of love, hope, desire, and her will to live.
I'll be damned if she ends up like a lifeless, dull, air-headed zombie like you.

I.R.G.

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