The Shattered Heart

April 27, 2010
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She sits there lingering in the quiet stillness, all the thoughts of all that has happened are pounding through her head. All she feels is heartbreak, she thinks that everything is her fault. Why does everyone place her in the middle of all their arguements? On the outside, she makes it seem as if things aren't as bad as they are. The inside, she is screaming for help to make the murt go away. In the night she crys so no one sees how bad she's hurt. Her tears flow like the current on a slightly windy day. And on every new day she burries all the hurt and tries to make it
through another day. The burden she feels is as if getting punctured in the heart. She puts on a fresh mask for the beginning of a new start of the war.

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