I felt
the   b u r n i n g   of   M Y
H E A R T as it was r i p p i n g from my chest.
Sticky red substance. Too late to shield. Run for cover while you can.
Because   it’s   coming.   It’s  coming.   S L O W L Y.   But   it’s   coming.
Heartbreak stops at  no  one. Stops  at  no  mercy. B L E E D S  you   dry.
Run   for  cover   because  it’s   coming.  It’s  coming.  &  you  can’t   hide  without  cover.
It’s coming.
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