Empty like love...
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Happiness can be quite deceiving...
Like a life without meaning.
A crack in the bottom of my heart...
A fairy-tale gone bad from the start.
You might remember a song about never-ending-love.
Empty promises of commitment and truth.
"True love" is nothing without proof.
A raising heartbeat. A never- ending smile.
Emptiness of my heart. Emptiness of my soul.
I left a lifeless shell of my self, empty... and full of holes...
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