like a truck driving straight through the middle of your heart. like you just full out swallowed your heart and it's residing in the pit of your stomach.
it hurts, quite frankly. but why dwell on it? life goes on. life keeps moving. i have to keep moving. everything is fine.
but this feeling? this feeling is what i can't erase.
i'm sorry for ever telling you. i really, really am. i should have just kept it a secret, tucked away in my imagination.
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