Held hostage. Naked. In my suit of armor, waiting for the shards of glass.

Today I am vulnerable.  I feel used.  I feel sad. 

The way he looked at me broke my heart.

He's not as happy without you.  I know.  I could see it too.

Vulnerable.  Confused.

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