Disappointment


Disappointment is like an emotional cancer. Every time you hurt me, I make myself numb to the pain. In the process of protecting me, I accidentally kill parts of my love for you as well, until I am completely empty inside, but alive enough to feel the little love that’s left. 


That soft heartbeat that only reminds me the entirety of what I have lost.

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