The Heart of Doughnut.
Assalamualaikum wbt. Henlow marshmellow!
I would say that my heart was like a doughnut after experiencing a terrible broke up.
You know it, it has a hole in it.
I woke up every morning with a hole in my heart,
something the best I ever known just went missing,
someone took it away harshly from me that the hole felt so unpleasant to bear.
Exactly like this.
Time takes time to heal it.
So, I let myself pity myself.
I let myself emphaty myself.
Sometimes I feel okay, but sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I feel like I already get over it, but sometimes my head just full with it.
Sometimes I thought I've positively moved on, but sometimes I went back to zero in progress of moving on.
Sometimes simple things made me crafted the smiles, but sometimes my tears drop on my pillow that every night I cried.
Just like a doughnut, my heart was exactly like that.
A piece of it is just meant to be taken away to make the whole point of what it's actually meant to be.
That's doughnut, what a doughnut without a hole right?.
I misscount of how many darkened days I've been through to get where I am now. I become more positive, self-accepting and bright in embracing what is in the past remains in the past.
Or I just sugar coat things since I am aware that the pain is turned out to another scars now.
But still, I have a heart of doughnut, remember?
As a heartbroken survivor (wow Zafirah wow),
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