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the breakup


the palm of my hand keeps connecting with the underside of my jaw

the irrataion of being hit so hard

my teeth were chattering and my head was dizzy

nausea was my stomach

this is what it felt like

pain.

and heart ache 

because he broke up with me.

 

-art 

 

 

and he'd never know 

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