on occasion, he might see me cry, but he can't see through me. he can't see my soul screaming and begging for mercy because the torture is too much. because the heartbreaks were too much to hold, so my soul is cracking too. soon enough my soul will burst, releasing all that I have tightly packed away--leaving the sadness, rage, guilty pleasures, and ignored grudges out in the open for all to see. they'll all wonder, but just one touch will cease further research as my heartbreaks burst into a thousand flames and burn to dust and fly away with the wind, each particle going in different directions.
Now they're free, and I'm born again. I finally get a second chance.
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