Living in a nightmare

If only this was a memory.

A memory can be replayed over and over in your mind, the pain remembered.

But this isn’t a memory being replayed, this is a nightmare being relived.

The pain isn’t a memory but a constant weight on your heart with fear gathering tears behind your eyes.

The fear of your heart being ripped to shreds, leaving you weaker than the last time.

With the one question remaining: will you be able to survive the heart break again or will the temptation of the darkness be too sweet?

The End

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