Early morning. A call from the most beautiful guardian awaken a tired heart. Nothing in this world could stop it from smiling from listening to the loveliest voice of all. The voice of an angel. But the purest of love wasn't echoed. The deepest of love wasn't reached. Instead, a snap of an ugly frustration blamed the universe that has been holding this heart together was shouted. Loud in anger. The heart was saddened instantly. Broken to pieces. Weakened every beating. This heart could accept so much blood pumping it out, swelling, bleeding-- Because that only makes it stronger. What could possibly kill it? Unkind words. It cuts through the fully occupied heart making it hollow, empty and worthless. Unable to pump no more love.
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