Are the shades of my beating heart to thus be polluted?
My soul aches. Deeply it's torn asunder. Callous disregard leaves way for the vestiges of me to pour forth. It spews violently, Leaving me empty, Leaving me frail. You have plunged thy icy dagger into my core. You did not retract, Nay - you have left it to broaden the wound. No recompense can be allotted for such a betrayal. The very fabric, the fibers of our alliance has been marred. Would you have but spat into my face I would have turned mine cheek. Yet what remains is thus left gaping. Do you not see I am mortally wounded? The rose of thine eyes lay intact. You are blinded by denial. I lay here shattered. Pieces scattered to the four corners of the world. Yet you go on. You persist where there is naught. The cold envelops me, I hunger for the embrace of its darkness. Release of pain ebbs upon my lips. So callous are you to turn from me. To exist as though there is no wound. Your eyes avoid what your heart knows to be true. I lay here shattered.
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