*Heartbreak*
That inexplicable feeling you get. You want to die because you're not worth living. As useless as the terms and conditions. Are you invisible? Not worthy of love? After all you've done, that's what you get in the end. They say everything that has a beginning has an end. But this end makes it feel like "no more ends".
But slowly, by God's design. No condition is permanent. The box you put your self in cracks the way your heart did and light pours into you and fills up the void left there. Slow, but it'll happen. Things have color again. Food tastes nice again. Talking to people feels normal now. All because of the friends that stayed. The new people that wanted to know you.
But alas. Just the way a broken glass tells a story when put back together, just like wounds heal but leave a scar, so shall the cracks on your heart be. Dented by the terrible emotions. Frail and fragile from the war.
But life has it in such a way that every end, is the beginning of a new story.
--TK
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