Dear blog...

Am I stupid or what? Something in me has died. It must have been my heart. Damn!! Living and working with a non-beating heart? How can you survive? It is never easy; barely have enough air to breathe now.

Take heed my heart. You have been ripped and shredded to pieces constantly. It’s not a surprise that you are traumatized. What hurts more than losing you is knowing that you're not fighting to keep me. People tend to let go things easily. And recently someone with a permanent head damaged has severely done the same to you, my poor heart. God knows why…My bad luck? My fate? As usual, questions left unanswered.

The moral value of the story is….be careful to whom you share your heart with, be careful to whom you give your heart to so as not to get it broken. Because broken hearts do not have spare parts!!

The question is...where do broken hearts go?

I wanna sleep.

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