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Curled up in fetal position.
Heart heavy from a stress flood and a sadness excess.
The hurt spills over and consumes my body.
I feel the overflow rush to my eyes.
It's difficult to hold back. The dam breaks.
Tears rolling down the left side of my face.
No help from gravity.
They're heavy on their own.
My best friend is my pillow.
Soaking up all the weight.
Every tear comforting a word from the sad story in my mental.
...my spirit.
Every tear coupled with a repetitive sob.
Like controlled hyperventilated breaths.
My heart is broken.
But you will never know.
You don't love me like I love you.
About the Creator
Miss.Alex.C
Ask. I'll let you in on a few secrets.


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