Do you ever feel little fissures are forming in your heart...
When people and things you used to love are no longer there?
When someone you thought would stay was just like all the others?
When the person you thought was perfect for you is suddenly ripped from your arms?
That's what I feel right now. It's more painful than being broken.
At least when it's broken, someone's there to piece it together.
But who can fill these cracks? You can't fix a crack. You can fix a broken heart, but what if it's cracked?
It hurts...because for one moment in my life, everything was perfect. I was content. Happy. My past, all my history, it just melted away.
And now...it's just a memory. Just a dream.
I woke up.
And what do I have?
A cracked heart.
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Writing is my life. Forever. I want to be an author when I grow up. I write all the time. When I'm happy, sad, angry...it's an escape. Oh, and I love green hearts. I absolutely love them.
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