BROKEN
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Last published Mon, Jan 13, 2025
A love journal.
A journal that talks about overcoming heartbreak.
A journal that has fragments and thoughts of what it felt like loving Him.
I wrote this because I know how heartbreak feels and I know that sometimes, we just want to die.
I started writing this when I was in love and even though I don't love him anymore, I still haven't finished writing.
Hope I can make you see how I felt and how I get better every day.
Maybe I'll help, maybe I won't.
But at least try reading this, see for yourself if everyone breaks the same way.
After all, maybe I can help someone in pain.
A healing soul talking to a broken one.
*disclaimer: people forget to heal so you might end up hating me.
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