Broken and torn. Pulled in opposite directions by unseen forces.
Both pulling relentlessly. Neither giving reprieve.
Torn between past and future. Past being time whithered and
safe. The future gleaming. Unsure and yet so tempting. Sparkling so brightly
just out of reach.
Pulled between tradition and the desires of the heart.
Aching and torn. So confused she lays her heart open.
Awaiting the press of cold steel as it bites in, leaving its mark against her
soul. Open and bleeding she lays there crying. Hide me. Steal me. Keep me. Lock
me away forever, she cries. Never let me go. Save my heart.
Broken and bleeding she stays curled upon the hard ground.
Her tears mingling with the rain as it splashes against her lifeless form. Love
me. Keep me. The wind echoes the cry of her heart... keep me....
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