Challenge
"And then I felt my soul crumble... The pain was worse than the shatter of my heart."
Write a piece of prose or poetry ending or starting with this line. Go ahead! Put all your feelings to it and tag me.
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Too Late
And then I felt my soul crumble...
The pain was worse than the shatter of my heart.
My vision begins to blur
As I douse myself in alcohol.
There's no point in sleeping;
I'm living a nightmare.
All my limbs grow numb and fall off
As I tread deeper into the river of lost souls.
. . .
It's too late for a goodbye.