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Killing Cliche
May 14, 2018
It was a cold, dark night…
...on the inside, and it was the worst day of my life. My lover was gone forever. My heart split in two, gushed blood and simply shrivled up to die in the emptyness of my chest. The scortching sun beat down on my back ruthlessly, and peoples laughter mocked my sadness. I shivered. I couldnt focus on anything but the green,flowing grass beneathe my worn out shoes. I stompt on the grass like my past love stomped on my heart. ruthlessly .
© Anonymous
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