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Conversation on a bridge

-Enjoying the view? -I'm going to jump. -Sure. -Sure? -Who am I to say you shouldn't jump? Perhaps they deserve it. -Who? -The people's hearts you're going to break when you touch water like concrete and dismember yourself. I heard it's painful. -How do you know? -I'm a forensic pathologist. I observe dead bodies all day long. I know when something hurts. -Maybe the external pain wouldn't be as painful. -As? -My crushed heart? I know when something hurts, too. -What did he do to you? -Love somebody else. -Then move on. -I cannot move on. -Then leave. -Why? -So he cannot hurt you anymore. -The other end of the world isn't far enough. -No man is worth this kind of hurt. -This one is. -No one is. -I have forgotten how to be happy again. -Start with a smile. -Even smiling breaks my heart.
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turnoffthelights
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Apr 11, 2016
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#love#heartbreak#heart#breakup
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