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Fuck love.

Abandoned.
Left all alone
to whither in my own misery.
Forsaken by the one held dear
for reasons unknown.
A knife plunged through my heart
would hurt no more than this
as the pain would be temporary
and could easily be fixed.
Wallowing in this emptiness,
finding my very own self pathetic,
wishing you were still here,
that you cared.

I'll grow out of you,
I'll force myself to.
Why should I care if you don't?
Fuck love.
Fuck miracles.
Fuck anybody who believes in them.
Fuck you.
Written by Arryn
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