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Hearts Broken Daily

She felt the car shake around her as she let the sobs overtake her. For a brief moment, she wondered what the people around her must be thinking. They'd all been stuck behind the same train for the last 15 minutes.

 She took a deep breath and tried to shove everything back down as she raised her head. Crying wouldn't fix anything, she knew that. And even if it might make her feel better in the moment, it felt like a waste of time. She had shit to get done.

 But her heart still hurt. It was still throbbing with a sharpness that comes with a sudden realization. Why wouldn't it just stop?

Maybe she would find happiness again someday, maybe he would change. Maybe love would return, all the stronger for enduring the storm. If not, she could pretend to be happy. She could do it for her. She would bend heaven and earth for her. 

 But her heart was broken. Deeply. And she had no idea how to move forward. 


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