Ways of the Heart

55 FictionIt’s all dull and grey.

The feeling of being alive and dead at the same time.

The sadness in the eyes threatens to spill every now and then.

The constant tugging lump in the throat refuses to go away.

The head wills to turn away.

The battered heart desires the perpetrator to heal it, still.

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