Concentration, something I am recently immuned to.
Thoughts, like spiders, have invaded my once directed intellect.
As I try to slash through them I invision his face; adding insult to injury.
There is no way to force this waryness from inside my wreckage.
It was because of my own lack of concentration that caused my frivalous behavior, to push him away.
Now after a year of remorseful contempt my pining heart has started to beat.
Instead of being excited by lost feelings of having my heart thud, I feel it's a warning sign, informing me that it is strong enough to be broken yet again.
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