If you were heartless you wouldn’t talk about how heartless you are. You wouldn’t keep analyzing your feelings, telling the world how you ended up the way you are. It’s really just a cry for help. It’s like getting cold and asking for a jacket. But instead of asking for one, you just stand there holding your arms thinking maybe a good person will notice. Maybe a good someone will care. All you want is someone to save you before the last bit of hope you have goes away.
All I hear is how happy you miss being every time you mention how heartless you are. I understand how the heart you have must be protected at all costs. I know how big and broken your heart still is. I know that heartless isn’t a word that could be used to describe you.
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