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Heart Broken

I feel deceived,
A fool,
Who whole heartily believed,
That her heart was true,

An angel she called herself,
A gift from above,
She called herself my savior,
And that she would save me with her love,

She was my sun,
My morning light,
A Goddess of love,
Who held me tight,

My demons knew better,
They always do,
They knew she would use me like a toy,
Throwing me away once she was through,

And now here I am,
Heart broken and used,
They say love isn’t suppose to hurt,
But that doesn’t seem true.

~a sleepy ghost~

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Veronica DeJesus

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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