let’s not talk

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Some people love the sound of broken hearts. Mine is quiet. It fractures slowly, over time, without a noise. If you didn’t know better you’d say it didn’t break at all, just slowly disintegrated into nonexistence. My heart is a desolate break. It prefers the wilted lonesome; there, you can’t hear a thing.

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