Your words, so foul, you
tear apart my heart, such
pain it grips my mind, and
drives it toward insanity,
the sharpest of steel arrows
implanted in my chest, driving
forward tearing at my muscles,
till i am week and lifeless,
feel the evil grip on my heart,
struggle to fight back, yet
to no prevail, no fight left...
In a broken heart.
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