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When I screamed I meant it, I screamed until my throat hurt and my lungs burnt for oxygen, for breath, I released all the anger that had buried itself in every pore and dark crevice, huddling away nagging at my mind and crushing my heart.



I tore down the facade, left it a ruin in the face of reality, but upon doing so realised that it was the only thing holding this fragile life together, the only foundation that existed.



I watched it all spiral, piece by piece slowly melt as my conscious mind struggled to hold on to one failing aspect of this life after another, watched as if in slow motion the gradual ruin of it all.



I longed to taste my own demise, my own finality, to know that it was by my own hand and actions that such a thing had come to pass. Self sabotage at its highest.



I came to understand that I would happily have it all fall away and burn if I didn’t have to feel the pain in my heart that made me so brutally aware of mortality and how fragile all things are, I would offer all I had up if I could also be free of this wound that had found a home in my heart.



But a broken heart cares not for circumstance and situation it simply is a broken heart!!

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Amber1997
00:22 Apr 15 2012

like it

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DragonReborn
03:14 Apr 15 2012

very amazing and emotional writing

yeah a broken heart cares not what the reason is

it is just broken..and the pain that one has to deal with..

well we all handle it in our own ways.

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BackUpRazor
03:17 Apr 15 2012

Thanks you for your comments :)

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brileybeauford666
00:37 Apr 22 2012

Sometimes, the healing of a wound is more painful than the wound itself.

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