I always thought that my heart was at stake, so I wrapped it in chains and locked it up. But then something happened and the chains disappeared. And that's when I realized I needed to back away. I had to, because in two months I would find my heart alone. So I cut the strings of our hearts myself so that you could grow yours back faster. Even though mine still feel the sharpness of the scissor's blades.
His friend told me I did the right thing. And actually thanked me for doing it. So I guess it really needed to be done. But why does that seem to make it worse? I must have been a really terrible person if he thanked me afterwards.
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