May 3, 2011
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I look at the dark looming clouds and I see him. I wake up from dreams with hot tears running down my face, feeling the loss of the world where love is not a losing game. I stand before him, a heart of glass, waiting in acceptance of the damage that is sure to be done. How many times will it take before the pieces will stay laying on the floor unwilling to be put back together just to be destroyed again, by a man who doesn't look before the hammer hits, doesn't feel while life shatters, who doesn't love a single thing not even himself.

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