April 8th

April 8, 2016


That’s the day my heart broke. Broke doesn’t even seem to begin to describe how it feels in my chest. It’s almost like someone put a shotgun to my heart and blew the middle right out of it. My heart is still standing but there’s a lot missing. All the missing pieces they were given to you. You haven’t yet shown to have any decency but please prove me wrong and return the missing pieces to my doorstep. I have to figure out a way to be whole again so ill have enough something to give the next guy even if it’s a Frankenstein heart.

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