They say one can die of a broken heart. I wonder how that feels like. The tightening feeling of constriction of the heartbeat beneath your rib cage? The throbbing of your temples that seem to ripple and pulsate more intensely as it courses through your mind? The emptiness you feel within your soul? The heavy weight upon your limbs? So heavy that you feel so weak and unable to move? The never ending burning tears that make your eyes hurt once you stop? The plastic smile upon your lips on the outside when everything is crashing down and falling apart within you? The steel pretentious act you hold up, while ever so vulnerable inside? The utter complete devoid of any chance of any or slightest glimmer of hope or joy or peace? The unsettling restlessness within you? The gloom and the dread that consumes you? The inability to get out of bed? The avoidance of any other contact? The every word of another, stabbing you poking and prodding you slicing and dicing your very heart alive? The very temptation to run away hide and shun? The incessant self-battery? The worthlessness? The doubts and confusion? The everything, and yet I'm still alive. Sigh.

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