Too many times I came back for you because I thought you needed me as much as I needed you but over time you neglected me and expected me to come back and be of use for you again. My heart is not made of plastic. It is a part of me that you once owned. With all that pressure that you give it, it is bound to get tired.
It is not like any other recyclables that when you reuse, you get the same satisfaction.
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