October 20, 2017
By AriannaMakena BRONZE, Martinsburg, West Virginia
AriannaMakena BRONZE, Martinsburg, West Virginia
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I don't know what to write about anymore. I've filled pages and pages just writing about my broken heart. Yet here I am, still crying over bulls*** that seem to dictate my life. I honestly dont know how much more my heart can take. 

It's apology after apology. Only if the meaningless "sorries" could mend my heart back into one, but they can't. Nothing can make this okay. No excuse is good enough. My heart throbs with every beat. My rib cages are beginning to crack, exposing me at my most vulnerable state. I can't stop it. I let my heart spill all over the pages. I dont know what to do or how to react. I allow the sadness in after fighting for so long. I can't defend myself anymore. I have no more love to give... 

I'm truly empty.  

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Writing helps me deal with my emotions. 

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