When your heart strings have been torn once again,
Even though you thought you'd found the one to protect them.
When the ache in your chest thuds louder and faster,
Each pound a reminder of what you've lost
When your very world seems to collapse within itself,
But you no longer have the strength to pick up the pieces again.
Yeah, that feeling.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
When your heart strings have been torn once again,
Even though you thought you'd found the one to protect them.
When the ache in your chest thuds louder and faster,
Each pound a reminder of what you've lost
When your very world seems to collapse within itself,
But you no longer have the strength to pick up the pieces again.
Yeah, that feeling.
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