Her Own Version Of Reality

One can cause glass to shatter, but it doesn't really matter
It's replaceable.
A heart, that's another story.
Hearts aren't meant to be broken
Arguments and Angry words never spoken.
But it happened...to her.
To him.
To them.
Vomit in the form of words spewed over their conversation.
One can be certain some of it unnecessary information used as angers vindication.
Showing out for an audience of zero, in the end there is no hero nor
standing ovations for their angry revelations.
Now she walks around eyes clouded looking smoked in
Her own version of reality.

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