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What's left of it anyway. It's going away. Into a locked box and I'm throwing away the key. Love needs to be a foreign concept. Something unattainable. Because my soul can't take it anymore. Everytime it breaks. I break. I loose myself. And I forget to be grateful. My love for the world will grow quiet as I grow. Everyday the pain of going through life heartless will drive me. A second void to fill with pain and growth. And the loneliness, oh the loneliness will be there as my greatest companion. I will weaponize it. I will use the absense of love and companionship as a ******* weapon. And as I craft this heartless cockroach of a being, I will train my mind, body and soul to weather the storm in the absence of life's greatest treasure. A vagabond, a scavenger, a ******* person that is no longer shaken, a student of life, a disaffected malcontent. And so, we use their neglect against them, by becoming a person free of the chains of love, free of the need to be loved, free of fear of abandonment. Free to die alone. Free to lock away my heart, somewhere no one can find it.
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