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My heart, my hurt is a flatline and rebirth to a hate that will never dissipate and become a love that knows true love that knows true love of a soul that holds a grip on a heart that is infinite. I adore your face that smiles and  tells me all the things I want to hear and never says. I can't make you be the man I need. I can't make you say the things I need to hear. Be who you are, just be honest. I won't want to hear it and my heart may burst with hatred but..life sucks, you live it. Your heart is scarred, pain lessens but it is never gone.