Nothing can fill an empty void. An empty dark room made by the broken pieces of a loving heart.
They say time heals, but the pain passes not. The tears shed can fill out an empty bowl, just like pouring rain in summer.
The heart endures and endures, but it gets tired and it beats and cries out loud like a newborn baby. Every day at dawn, the pillow and her eyes endure and endure, and the pillow and the drops fill her eyes. Weeping, sniffing and coughing is her daily lullaby. Her skin is dry just like dry grass in winter. She forever endures and endures, but it never ends.
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