The Hole

And in a cold, fine day birds chirping wind blowing, she woke up and decided to leave. For years, she eventually had had a thousand reasons to leave, and only one to stay. But that day, she realised even the only one reason was disappearing. She realised everyone naturally had a hole in their hearts which, she thought, helped people sympathise with one another through the feeling of emptiness, of incompleteness. Which meant with or without her, the hole in that person’s heart remained. It had always been there. Before she came. When she stayed. And would be there even after she left. So, yeah, that was it.


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