Heartbreak Hotel

January 5, 2018
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She carried around the shards of her heart in her jean pocket,
trudging of the feet stopped in front of Heartbreak Hotel.


Heartbreak Hotel, where fragments of the heart scatter, hoping to someday to be mended, where people lurk in the rooms with a black hole in their chest, sorrow steep in the mind.


She walked in with a jingle in her pocket, hoping to one day be cured of the pain weighing mentality down, but the suffering of others left eternal scars to taint her heart.

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