my heart hurts.
it is not broken. i have already mended all those wounds.
it hurts the way people die from asphyxiation or drowning.
it hurts because its only catharsis is you and for now, it has no reciprocated other.
where are you?
my heart can only hold its breath for so long.
sooner or later, it will beat too slow and too low for anyone to hear.
what then?
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