Well, I've seen it for myself.
And no doubt, it hurts.
Stings, like thousands of little needles prickling the heart.
It hurts, like cheese fries and chicken nuggets.
Yea, it sucks to be thinking like that.
I thought i was done thinking about it.
Guess not.
And here I am seeking abit of comfort in what I write.
I hope you know what you're doing then.
And that you've seeked his will.
What happened to guarding her heart?
God, help.
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