And she died of a broken heart
February 18, 2011 - 10:11 a.m.

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I dreamt that my heart got broken so badly, I went into a haze. I walked around like an atomoton, not seeing anybody or feeling anything.

Three years passed.

I woke up one day. I don't know why or how, but I started to look at the people around me.

I discovered James had moved into a new house.

I discovered my roommate had a new girlfriend.

All my friends were tiptoeing around my like I'd had a mental break down, and perhaps I had.

I never want to feel my heart than empty ever again.

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Rosie.

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