Literature
heart song.
this is the song
to your heart.
listen.
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part zero.
oh, dearest,
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
fireworks?
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part one.
sleeping.
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
much.
your heart is only sleeping.
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part two.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide a