Track Thirty-Six

Welcome to the Window.

I hate heartbreak. Every single form of it. You know why? Because it really holds true to its name. Break. When you break something, it doesn't matter how hard you can try to fix it, there are always going to be the cracks for all to see. Healing does happen, and only with time. I heard in a song that you cannot break the broken, and quite honestly, I'd have to agree. You can't break them, but you sure as hell can crush them. It's easier too, because the original resistance that existed is simply not there.

There's that feeling where the lump rises in your throat, and your arms and legs go weak. You clench your teeth, to try stay strong, to resist that overwhelming sense of defeat. You crumble from the inside, a shell with a dusty inside that's so fragile it'll take the smallest of knocks to crack it. Then you bite your lip, you can't scream, shout, sob, because people will know something's wrong. Go on, bite it till there's blood. Eyes welling up with tears you swore you'd never let fall again, constantly beating against the dams of your eyes. Blink to stem the flow, try it. It might just work if you concentrate really hard. Clench your fists, feel them shake with the effort that just doesn't seem worth it.

Then.

Break.

I can't keep smiling for too long, so smile for me.

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