hurt hearts heard

the rain drizzles, water hitting her face like hundreds of needles piercing through her.
"It'll be pouring soon." she thought.
But she doesn't moves. She don't want to leave that place.Standing in front of  the grave staring at the name craved into the stone. Memories flooded her mind. she thought back to the start where they first met. The times they had spent together. The things they had done. Thinking," it'll never be the same with anyone anymore." Devastated, she turned around and walk towards the car. A man came out and regarded her with warmth, embraced her. The man that is now her husband. In her head, she never was his to begin with. The one she belonged to, was the one lying there, resting in peace. although the man knew he was never her first choice. He never complained or left her. That's how much he love her.
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i just found this written in my notebook.
i think written when i was in secondary school
probably sec 3 or 4? oh well. anyway. for
today there's not much i guess.
just upset. not angry but just sad and
a little disappointed and probably
scared and curious. anyway, it'll be easy to
cope i guess. since, it happened twice already.
it's just sad when it happens so many times
to you that even though it's hurtful and stuff.
you could actually say,"i'm used to it."
well, to people out there don't ignore others.
the feeling is really horrible. at least tell them
you don't want to talk to them anymore or
something. the feeling of holding on to something
that is nothing, is awful.
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