When a person tries to heal from a past wound…


She travels. Hermits. Keeps silent. Smile. Goes out. Meets friends. Laughs. Packs her emotions in a zip lock bag

But in her head.. Lines play on repeat. 


Let’s hope I’m fine after I break my heart. 

I’ll still smile 

Like I’m allergic to tears

I’ll break the spell in style 

There’s no way you can wonder why

People won’t notice 


“I’ll be okay” even that will be rehearsed 10x.

The end.


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