Why is it, that when our hearts are broken, and I mean truly broken, it doesn't help us move on?
Instead we linger on the pain.
If our hearts break, do we just have all the pieces in our chest, trying oh so hard to beat together in rhythm again?
Or is is because we lost a piece of our hearts?
It wasn't a shatter, but a clean cut.
We want to prove to ourselves that it wasn't for nothing.
That our heart wasn't sliced and diced for no reason.
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This is what I've been trying to figure out for the last 9 months... And I still don't know. I think a piece of my soul was taken. At least it's my own theory. Because he touched it. And that part, which was quite big, left when he left. And now, it's just kinda a hole. I dunno. It's just what I've come up with during my thinking discussions with myself ;)
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