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The Pain of a Cracked Heart

May 6, 2014
By orose BRONZE, Cohasset, Massachusetts
orose BRONZE, Cohasset, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
you can't find love if you don't look for it.


The hot water runs down my cold body as I sit on the tiled floor of the shower. The water steams the glass door but as it pours on my back it seems to be colder than ever. The pain runs throw my body as I think about you. How we could never work. The truth hurts. I hid behind a wall for months, blocking the feelings for the boy I actually want. My tears, sticky and hot, stand out from the cool water crashing down on my head, realizing that I can never have my deepest desire. The pretty lies I've been telling my best friends ache in my body but the ugly truth has seemed to escape. The shower spins around me and I throw up the truth of us. The truth about our ended friendship. My stomach aches just like my cracked heart. No tape, glue or friend bond can fix the empty space between us. The girl who will sit from a far and watch you be happy with another will always be searching for love. 



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