Crack

When my heart breaks, it makes a sound.

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For a moment, just for a moment,
I thought I can be okay.

But I'm not.

Who am I fooling?
Myself.

.

My hands hurt, my eyes are blurry and my heart aches on every words. I don't know anymore. This, all this, is too much for me.

I, yes I, fake my feelings much too often, to the point I've forgotten what's real. For the second I thought I've hurted so much, the next thing I know, I am cheering myself up. I always know how to make myself feel better.

I know I will always have that ability.

But tonight, not anymore.