I still believe in the theory of soulmates and red string. You told me you believed too. I painted you so many pieces because you were my soulmate. I want my art back. Because I will never get my full heart back. You will always have a piece of my heart, but I want back everything that ever made you think you loved me. If it wasn't really true, if I wasn't really your plan, then I want back everything you told me you loved too. Maybe you lied about loving those things, too.
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