She was quiet, she was silent. She was waiting for the last stang. She was not knowing where to stop and how to stop. She wanted her heart to know that it's over or it should be over. She kept on telling herself to go on until the last ounce of her weak and fragile heart would break. It broke, it scattered and it shelled out a thousands of small pieces which she did not know she was breaking. She, again like ever, tried to put it back. She tried to see the broken pieces again even though she knew she was not going to get them. But the pieces were, being the most cruel, kept falling apart. They called to her, just to remind her of the misery and pain that they brought to her. Her soul was trying to get up from her own body leaving it dry and strewing it till the last bit. Was she going to start a new or was going to end herself, not to be alive.....ever again.....
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