scattered pieces on the floor...
Scattered pieces on the floor. Scattered pieces of a heart once beating. A beating heart that turned to stone. A stone heart that was pulled out and thrown on the floor. It fell and shattered into pieces. That was found later in scattered pieces on the floor. It was my heart that was ripped out out and thrown. It was my heart that had turned to stone. It was my heart that shattered. It was my flesh that was ripped apart. It was my blood that was spilled. It was him that ripped my heart from me. It was me that died. It was his... fault......
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