Conniving. Your words. Cut through the flesh and strike the bone. Aimed with the intention of harming the heart. If the love you once had for my veins and bones and flesh does no longer exist. Why persist? Quit with the words and empty complaints. Time will not award the proper change if actions aren't hasty.
Leave.
If the heart has gone cold find warmth. Do not let the rock pretend it is a flower any longer than it already has. Regardless stones still sink to the very bottom.
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