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“My heart pounds against my ribcage, like hands begging for someone to open a locked door.”
My heart pounds against my ribcage, like hands begging for someone to open a locked door. My shallow breaths make me feel lightheaded, but I cannot stop running. I run as if heartbreak can be escaped, and when I finally cannot breathe anymore and my legs give up on pushing me forward, I fall into the grass at my feet. As I lay in the cold, tears rush out of their homes in my head and I swat at them with my long, gloved fingers. No wonder so many songs and poems are dedicated to heartbreak. It torments the soul.
My heart pounds against my ribcage, like hands begging for someone to open a locked door. I knew this moment would eventually come, but I had not anticipated for it to feel like such a dream. I had been dreaming of my wedding day since I was a young girl, and I could not believe the day had come so soon. My heart could explode with excitement as I approach the doors to walk down the aisle. The wedding was taking place on the beach, my dream location, and I would soon be marrying the love of my life.
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