Oh.

Oh.
It is the sound you make
When your heart shatters into thousands of pieces
And the patch of promises peels off
Revealing a gaping hole of broken ones.

Oh.
It is the sound you make
When no words could piece together
The thoughts and pictures rumbling through your mind.

Oh.
It is the sound you make
When there is nothing to do, nothing you could ever do
But leave things as they are.

Oh.
It is the sound you make
When your heart is left hanging
When you are sentenced to bleed to death.

Oh.

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