❝you've been broken for long,
come, let me heal you again❞
the darkest valleys of soul have been broken for long.
let's burn our inner flames again, soaring so high, it makes the stars smile again.
let the journey begin.
bon voyage.
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❝What in the world convinced you anyone was ever capable of empathy in the first place?❞
-[ it was years since they left, and i was wrecking my life, just wishing for things to be undone. just when death was at the door, hope decided to stay a little longer. ]-
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The notification flashed on the screen: "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!"
A groan escaped my lips. I tossed my phone onto the bed.
Another February 14th, another day that felt like a personal attack.
Gazing out the window, the world seemed to mock me with its vibrant displays of love and joy. Couples strolled hand-in-hand, their faces etched with contentment. Envy gnawed at me.
Why did it seem that I am forever destined to be a spectator in this grand spectacle of love?
My reflection in the mirror served as a stark reminder of the toll time and heartache had taken.
The dark circles under my eyes seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.
My mind, ever the relentless tormentor echoed a cruel reminder: "Just like your heart, it won't be long before it's all underwater."
Memories that were once cherished felt like shattered fragments — a stark contrast to the vibrancy of the past.
Regret, a bitter aftertaste, filled my mouth.
"You ruined the one chance you had!" the phantom voice hissed in my ear.
Vividly, I relived the scene: the hurt etched on their face, their voice laced with pain – "You hurt me!" My stammered pleas for forgiveness were drowned out by the slamming of the door. That was the last time I saw them, alive.
A storm of emotions raged within me. Grief morphed into a suffocating anger. They hadn't just broken my heart; they'd left me drowning in a sea of despair. The embers of resentment towards them flickered, a constant reminder of the pain they inflicted.
"But you did it again!" my inner voice screamed, amplifying the self-loathing.
A defeated sigh escaped me as I scrutinized my reflection.
Why bother looking? Every inch seemed to scream misery.
The voice chimed in, seemingly satisfied with my condition:
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