I feel so... disconnected. Everything is heavy, moving in slow motion, like the whole world is thick with molasses. I'm smiling, but I'm not having fun. Everything is cold, desolate, and dark. Everything aches down to my bones. It's always at night that I notice it the most, that I feel the pull from the darkest parts of my mind. L'appel du vide, they say. I feel the pull of sharp metal but I know I can't. For you, I can't. I cant add anymore scars to my collection, no matter how much I want to, no matter how much it aches inside missing you and hating me. I can't, so I'll spend another sleepless night with too thoughts in my head and tears on my pillow.
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The Tale Of The Girl With No Heart
Poetry"The girl sat alone, the girl with no heart. She stared blankly at the others, wondering what it was like to be happy, to have a heart. But she knew deep inside, that the pain would be all she could feel, forever and forever more, she would be alo...
