They say that tears come from the heart. I beg to differ. You see, there was a place inside me where I held you close. But through the years, that place became as hollow as your soul. Instead of compassion, you showed indifference. You turned a blind eye. Your own twisted cravings became the priority in your life. I was left in the dust. This is where my tears came from; the dust in your wake.
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