I just don't know anymore. My heart tells me that someday you will meet the one person for me and me alone, my my head says that it is logically impossible, for how can I sort through billions of people, one by one. My mind has been the only thing keeping me going these last few year, while my heart was held in my hand, slowly rotting. My mind will get me far, but my heart will only cause me trouble. I think I am going to retire my heart for awhile. I'm tired of being hurt, so many time, and so deeply, especially this last one, it left a very deep gash in my rotting heart. The blood gushes from this wound, but the more I try to stop the bleeding, the more the blood rushes out. My heart is a scared battlefield, torn by the missiles and the gunfire that has taken place upon it. Now all that is left within this field is death, for only the dark angle walks this plain now, for all here have passed from this place.
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