Just for the record, the mornings are the hardest.
The pain kept coming back, in its rawest form.
No matter how much I block it, I still have to embrace and sit with it.
Be still, be very still.
Hoping it will glide away.
Wishing that this phase will go away.
Why does it keep dragging on?
Why do I have to walk around, not knowing whether this heavy feeling is a heartache or a heartburn?
I admitted defeat, didn't I?
Mornings are the hardest.
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heart once broken can be mend, however, hope usually remains. You'll relive that hope with something / somebody else one day, only then maybe you'll forget that you've been defeated.
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