It wasn't a quiet break either,
Because with each tug of her heart strings
It was like every fiber, every atom in her body
was being tugged every which way.
It was the sobs that wracked her body,
that left her breathless.
The utter pain she felt was unbearable,
so unbearable that if anyone heard it,
They couldn't bare to listen.
It was a hysterical cry,
the type of scream hidden by a pillow in the
hopes of not waking anyone in the house.
The type of cry that no one would
be able to ignore.
A cry so intense it reminds those who hear,
of their own pain.
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The Tale of A Broken Girl
PovídkyA broken heart may heal with time. An argument between two friends may fade. A mistake may be forgiven and forgotten. But her broken, dark soul was never fixed. Her broken heart never healed. The arguments never faded in her mind. Her mistakes were...
