I'm sweet.
They break my heart.
I become bitter.
They ask for forgiveness.
So I'm sweet but broken and I forgive.
They decide to break my heart again.
I become heartless after multiple stabbings.
But they expect me to love the same, to love with passion, to love with everything I have left.
I have nothing left.
I am officially heart'Less'
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