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Can you hear it, sweetheart? Do you know what I'm talking about? No. Never, because you don't really . . . Care.
Listen, listen through this loud silence, listen closely, listen hard. Do you hear it yet? No? You don't know what to listen for, do you?
Listen for the sound of a broken heart beating. Do you know what it sounds like?
It sounds like my thoughts, screaming three words you never meant. "I love you! I love you!" The voice in my head is shouting, shrieking, hoping for you to hear.
My tears that fall on the table, the nearly silent dropping, and the sniffling that accompanies them, they are also a fraction of the beating.
My lungs, gasping for air, as I sob, "Why? Why, why why?!" until my voice is raw.
My breathing rapid and uneven as I shriek inside, feeling everything fall apart.
The sound of your heart pounding in my head, drowning out my silent I love you's.
The air is cold, still, as I stare lifelessly at the clock.
It's only been thirty seconds since you left, and already I am dead.
Thank you, for showing me both sides of love.
Listen to the last beats of my broken heart.
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