Fill my day with your endless praise. For I do appreciate. My heart would never have felt at rest, until you stepped in and stole the pain. Selling it to the proud, you returned, then lifted my chin. You whispered sweet words, and then kissed my awaiting lips. A burst of light and mixed emotions attacked this empty shell I call my body. You not only stole my pain, but my heart as well.
But then... you ran off, leaving a note that I was too blind to see. You told me you loved me, and said, with a grin, "Now try living this life without me. Try and breathe without your heart."
Cursed are you, my Thief. However, we will meet once more, and I will prove that you were meant to be mine.
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