Pain

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Its so common to me.

I've almost grown accustomed to it.

Maybe I'll be made of steel one day.

I've decided love is a war.

Its worth the fight, but you'll end up with battle scars.

I can't seem to fathom the fact that I let my heart show.

Maybe I should stop wearing it on my sleeve.

Oh such a hopeless romantic...

Yet all he feels is the thorns from the roses...

I fell...

And this time I wasn't the one who caught myself.

Stop it, it hurts.

I wanna cry... but I'm out of tears.

I don't know how much more I can take...
 
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