Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.

And you are strong.
We all have souls of different ages.
You destroyed me and I let you.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Love will destroy more than it can fix.
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Words of Emotion
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