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25.03.10

I've stopped listening. I've shut the door. I just want to be alone.

When someone's stabbed you in the heart all you have left is your own sanity. It's the thing that keeps you from falling over the edge. I've been taken to a slaughterhouse and I'm dying slowly by bleeding out. I'm hanging from a hook, the hook you put me on. And the thing is, there is no escape. You can't get out, you just have to wait for death and hope that it's quick.

The death of the heart heals for no one. Do not let it out of it's cage of ribs, do not let it free, do not let anyone near it. Even the most careful lover can puncture it. Love is not worth the risk of heartbreak.