There was the little girl, burst into tears. She didn’t know what to do, it was simply killing her.
Her love has gone. She was alone, just by herself one more time.
How she can handle it?
The days have been pushed through the weeks, then through the months…
She has been carrying that for a long time, and she was carrying with a stupid fake smile in her face.
All she wanted was be safe again.
Was impossible to go out onto the streets without noticing people’s killing eyes repressive looks.
“I know my heart is not you”, she was repeating to herself about a thousand times before going sleep. Thousand counted times.
She needed a little rest of all this. All the pain that was burning into her was pushing her life to the wrong way. She was decaying, each day a little bit more.
How she can handle it?
The songs in her mind all of them are sad ones. Those happy friendly songs have been threw away, no more happiness in her eyes.
There were a few things that she needed to forget: the guy, her love for the guy, the guy’s love for her.
Counting the days until the day she could be happy again…
How can I handle it?
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