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"I've never really loved you."
She buries her tear-stained face deeply in her pillow,
As he walks out the door.
Disappointment gives way to heartache,
As her fragile soul begins to shatter.
She tries to speak, but there's no voice left.
She tries to love, but there's no heart left.
Left cold.
Left calloused.
Left frozen.
The tears, they stop flowing.
He'll never comprehend this hurt he won't undo.
Only God can mend a broken heart.

KW '11