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Tears pour
as i see what i have done
i look back
to see that smoldering place
where a fire burned last night
a place filled with heat and passion,
and destruction
destruction of hearts
unintentionally at my hand.
i never wanted anyone
to end up hurt
the way i have numerously been.
but when that is the only thing
someone has ever known
it seems to be the one thing
they know how to create.
a heart torn in two cannot function
but what if the choice
kills another heart instead.
would i rather die
than be the cause of death.
so like the hurt in those hearts
repetition occurs
in the hurt i feel upon my skin.
as lines are traced
physical evidence
too all the pain i have caused.
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