My latest love is for one whom is stone-hearted. He doesn't care for me, and yet, even with that knowledge, I am unable to extinguish my love. It will probably be the death of me. As my love for him burns on, his contempt for me transforms my heart back into a gaping hole, from which crows will come to feed upon, crows of pain and hate. If I can't control my feelings, then my life as I know it is at it's end. (not literally of course. I am not so fool-hardy as to kill myself for love, even if I am it's fool.)
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