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I won't type the words, but they roll off my lips where you can't hear them. So careless, like my heart. My heart which has known the bottoms of too many shoes. Which aches to know what it feels like to be loved in return. Which shies away from your gaze. My heart that wonders if love still exists between two people or if it's meant to be a bringer of destruction and loneliness forever. That grows more skeptical of the affections of others because pain has taught her that no one will love her the way she loves you. My heart which barely holds onto the hope that one day, her love will not be in vain. Maybe the words would come easier if she didn't know the pain that would follow.