Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
That dull ache in the heart, those wistful eyes with unshed tears looking at the road waiting for the one who broke your heart to return, that sinking feeling that it__ over, the finality of the whole thing strikes you deep down within. Wake up, come to terms that there__ been a breakup and that it__ over. A breakup is no reason to breakdown, come on you are much stronger. Wipe those unshed tears, chin up, chest out, shoulders back, wear your most beautiful smile and let the world see that you are not down and out. It__ a new phase, a new day, start with a spring in your step and move on. There__ more to life than breakup and you have a long way to go on a beautiful journey.
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That dull ache in the heart, those wistful eyes with unshed tears looking at the road waiting for the one who broke your heart to return, that sinking feeling that it__ over, the finality of the whole thing strikes you deep down within. Wake up, come to terms that there__ been a breakup and that it__ over. A breakup is no reason to breakdown, come on you are much stronger. Wipe those unshed tears, chin up, chest out, shoulders back, wear your most beautiful smile and let the world see that you are not down and out. It__ a new phase, a new day, start with a spring in your step and move on. There__ more to life than breakup and you have a long way to go on a beautiful journey.
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