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HELP ME. HURT ME.

By Ella Alsop



To some, love is giving someone your heart, 

and trusting they won’t break it.

 

I am praying that you will. 

 

That when you’ve grown weary of it. 

When it loses its shine.

 

That it means enough to you, 

to gently take it-

 

and shatter it. 

 

I won’t have the strength.

 

 
 

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