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I am tempted to harden my heart
Turn it to stone
So I can never be hurt again
Shut out this breaking
Reinforce and fortify the iron gates with a steel will around my heart

But all that will do is freeze you between the concrete walls and engrave your name in stone

So I will cry myself to sleep
I will cry until the last tear flashes you out of my system
I will miss you, I'll go mad with wanting you till I am sick and then I will throw up and start the recovery

I will love you and I will kiss strange men to erase the feeling of your lips on mine on some nights and on others I will reread all our conversations and stare at your pictures, maybe stalk your social media
And when it's all said and done
I will have my heart back in my own hands

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