Portrait of The Broken-Hearted

What happens when every song you hear reminds you of them? Every rational thought tells you that should not feel this way but you do anyway. Their presence makes me weak and yet I need to be strong. For I can’t have them and that is why I cry myself to sleep.

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Learn how to make that reminder a strength of who you are and who are you are to become! That’s how.

I kind of like bathing in sadness sometimes. Sometimes you just gotta cry and damn if it don’t feel good.

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