Ripped out the pieces.
It's not that I'm broken hearted.
I have merely retreated.
Retreated to my keep.
The walls are high.
The deadly moat is deep.
I know it's not a healthy place.
Nor a place I want to be.
I'll put up my mask.
Forage the unknown kingdoms.
Then sit.
Alone.
Again.
For times unknown.
I will wear a cloak of daggers.
To prick the pain away.
Come in my dear.
Eat me whole.
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