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Break-ups are a horrible situation for anyone, especially for the person doing the breaking-up. The closest comparison we could find to a break-up would have to be constipation. Fact 1 - The Pressure     Deep down inside you feel the pressure that something needs to come out. You don't know how long it will take for the words to come out but it's coming, slowly but surely it's coming. Fact 2 - Pain     The pain is inevitable. You know it'll hurt, but in order for this discomforting feeling to pass you must accept it. Fact 3 - Stalling     The pressure, pushing, and the pain, all of a sudden become just too much. You start to stall,

The moon goes down, the sun will rise, as I wait to be by your side. You're in my mind, my thoughts, my soul, and of my heart you take control. I feel you whisper in my ear, makes me feel like you are near. Feel your breath upon my neck, all our memories I won't regret. Hear your kisses on the phone, then remember I'm all alone. The sun goes down, the moon will rise, I'll wait here till you're by my side I'll wait here till the end of time Till I am yours, and you are mine.

The girls' eyes filled with water, wanted to explain herself... She glanced at the hurt man in front of her. Helplessly, she attempted to whisper his name, or what she called him, something to let him know that she heard him. 'I wish I had what I needed, To be on my own. Cos I feel so defeated, And I'm feeling alone.' His fists were filled with rage, his eyes avoided hers. She didn't even know what she did wrong, or why he was so mad. The little girl attempted to hug him, which only made the man angrier. But the girl wanted to fix things, wanted to make him feel better so everyone could move on. What she didn't know was that this was so

I watched the waves curl over each other. I looked at the foam that each one left behind. I longed to be carried away by this ocean, this one… I wanted a wave to curl over me, and I wondered, though… What foam I would leave behind. Would it be filled with melancholy seashells? Or maybe a slew of tears shed from joy. It didn't matter to me. I just wanted to taste the salt water in my mouth… As if I were to speak, and I'd let it in. I just wanted to feel the salt water sting my eyes, like my own tears. Like, those artificial ones too, the ones we made up just to make life seem a little bit easier. Sometimes it worked. Oh, but as the waves curle