It’s been some years since I thought my life had ended.

It might as well have.

Broken hearts are not in fashion. People with them are not either. Just get over it. Move on. Get a Life. You don’t need Him/Her. The only trouble is, the heart’s still broken. It’s like wearing white before Labor Day, or orange anytime.

 It’s hard to breath, taking a breath is more trouble then it’s worth. Just to be numb would be a huge improvement. But you do. You do Breath. One breath follows the other. It’s automatic, you don’t have to think, you just do. It gets you to the next moment, the next breath. And like so many other things in this life, not thinking is the best way to get from here to there.
Some times, the heart doesn’t heal.  And living is worse then dying.

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