Left broken

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These harsh words seem to hit me like a sharp knife.

Every time I dodge the bullet, I still feel the pain of an egg being beaten.

I doubt I'll survive.

Pompous and prestigious, he's unaware of the hearts he's breaking. I can't seem to understand his purpose.

One minute he shows an atmosphere of kindness. The next minute, I witness the darkest shades lying underneath his obvious disguise.

Has he lost his humanity?

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