Can a heart, once broken, break again after so many years? Can a person turn back time to before the start of regrets? Can we just be ourselves, finally?
Please do not look beyond the smile plastered on my face. Please do not offer any comfort. The heartache, the bitter and somewhat sweet memories, and the many unspoken words are mine to keep, mine to bury. Mine.
And I have complete faith in myself. I'd survive.
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