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My heart has been broken. On the floor in a million pieces. Broken. And in those moments I thought the sharp, stinging pain was endless. That the knife run through my heart would kill me, and I would never be able to breathe again. My heart has been abused. Manipulated and taken for granted. Abused. The darkness of insecurity held me, wrapped its cold arms around me. Self-doubt crawled up my spine, worthlessness found A place in my heart to call home. My heart has been broken, my heart has been abused. A man, twisted and screwed up in ways I will never understand Had the power to bring my spirit to its knees. I let him take my heart, squeeze it so hard blood ran down his fingers, My tears staining the earth at his feet. This part of my life, long over, still lives in my memory. I still recall helplessness, the word victim, secretly Burned on my forehead. I remember feeling like my heart was dying a slow death, Like I was trapped, that the only love I deserved Was t