February 2

She locked herself in her tiny apartment. She began to fill the hours of daunting silences with the soft pulsing sounds of her heart. She emptied the noises in her head on the pages of her journal. She never spoke to anyone, anymore. The world outside scarred her. She hid under the hides of ink. She often found herself asking whether or not she will ever be able to let go off the man she loved. She never waited to answer that question because she feared that if she did, she wouldn’t know how to love again. 

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