My Heart was like a small, baby mouse.
You were like the Talon of a great golden eagle.
Whenever you wanted something from me, you would squeeze with your vice like grip.
Getting whatever you wanted from me.
I did anything, I did everything.
Until that day where you slid your razor sharp claw across the innocent babies throat,
spilling every drop of its blood.
You played with it too roughly.    
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And you broke it.