He took my art, broke my heart, and squashed the last of my hope.
I still love him and can't cope. I wish I could fight for him, but I can't bewitch his heart. Only make it beat for another - evidently.
I wish I could sleep my way down this slippery slope. I've no want for anything but him - food, drink, painting, dolls. All the things that gave me comfort seem meaningless. My once precious BJD's all boxed up. I'm now a blank piece of paper without any characteristic of caring.
( 8021V) ~> ( 8135V)