That's the thing
though, my heart is too much like an onion. You keep peeling
back the layers hoping to reach something but eventually, your
hands are empty and all you're left with is the
shell. My heart is a shell with layers upon layers covering it
that only lead to more layers. That's why I can't love
you. I'm afraid you'll peel back all my layers and
realize there was never anything there to love to begin
with.
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