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You know how sometimes you expected something bad to happen. Like, you know it's going to happen and you feel like you'd be fine when it really happens.

And then it happens.

It happens in the way that you least expected, way too soon than expected, and then you realize you're on the ground lifeless with your broken heart swelling waiting to break even more, the pieces of your heart scattered around you.

I can't cry, it's not something worth my tears.

I screamed, but the feelings are still there. Hatred, rage, irritated, disappointment, betrayed. All at once, mixed up, too much to be contained in this little body.

I'm broken. And I'll never be okay again.