hell heart
love is a gift of witchi can never receive again
for my heart has been ripped out and stomped on.
now only hate resides an empty shell,
that is me with nothing.
emptiness is a terrible feeling i feel,
when I'm away from him.
now that he is gone and loves another
i shall never love again,
for he was my soul life and world.
they are all gone
and eventually
i will seize to live unhappily
like all the things in my life
and everything might as well be dead,
for i have nothing.
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