When he left, a part of my heart went with him. I was barely living. With half a heart, I slaved through life. Living halfheartedly. When she died. The rest of my heart broke and died along with her. With nothing left, I Am Heartless.
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I could talk to him about anything, He was my one and only, but the he left me when I needed him most, He stole my heart then tore it apart, he'll always be with me, not just in my heart. He left me pregnant, and he didn't even know.