Why do I bleed for you every time. Each lashing to my soul a bruise you can never take back, each mark digging deeper into the hope that once burned so bright. Each broken robot piece stares blankly at the wall and then back at the broken mirrors it’s placed up to hide the fear behind her eyes. I’m a fool as I gather her pieces time and again play buy the rules, her rules as they are in a spectrum all there own. I’m am a device and that of which I am sure but to what end does it get to break a broken heart just because you can. Why…



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