A broken one lies in deep desperation of forceful tears that flow softly behind the closed doors of life. We don’t really know what it’s made of until that sharp feeling concurs above your bosom. Pain; a feeling that you wish will vanish but never goes away. Love’s necklace, sometimes to be cherished, sometimes to be lost. A pendant dangling on a string, never to know what lies below. Will it fall to its tragic death? Or will we keep it forever?
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Submission Name: Heart: A Memoir
