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eyes staring through the heart

She stands up in a posture fabricated with false pride.
She hears the footsteps getting louder and quicken pace. she hears her name being called from the other side of the door.

The other side she never wants to see.

She pushed down the sleeves of her shirt and seperated the strands ofher hair that were stuck to the tears. Tears spilt over a lost cause…

Why couldnt she just walk away?

Why couldnt she tear through his broken, meaningless words?

There was a loud thumping on the doors, her mouth sealed with misplaced faith and trust.

All the sounds seemed distant now, a weak smile plays on her lips.

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