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She could feel her heart stopping in that instant. It beat no more, and yet she could still see, she still felt herself gasping for breath as if she could somehow turn around and change what was happening to herself. She began to feel cold, so very cold -- and numb. She was losing feeling, losing all feeling everywhere. Grasping at the air, reaching for some sort of life line she may have yet to cling to. Something, anything, anyone, and yet nothing at all. Everything was a jumble now -- colours, noises, shapes, senses -- they were all mixed up where up was warmth, and right was blue. No matter how far she reached, no matter how much she tried to will her heart to beat again, no matter how much she wished for warmth and light and feeling...nothing came to her. Nothing answered her call. And so the world went dark.
Title: Seizure
Source: A very depressed night
Length: 154 words
Info: I went through a very bad break-up. Well, it was bad for me. I loved, and still very much love my ex. We were friends for a very long time, and I always had feelings for him.
We dated for 2 years, and things were fine as far as I could see, but he broke it off with me one night when I was feeling particularly sad and sorry for myself, and being a paranoid freak.
Looking back on it, I know what I did wrong. And I know what he did wrong.
As of this post, it's been almost 3 years since we split. He and I talk every now and then, and we're fine. I miss him, and his family terribly, but life goes on.
This is a very short post about how I felt at points during the time when I was trying to heal.
Source: A very depressed night
Length: 154 words
Info: I went through a very bad break-up. Well, it was bad for me. I loved, and still very much love my ex. We were friends for a very long time, and I always had feelings for him.
We dated for 2 years, and things were fine as far as I could see, but he broke it off with me one night when I was feeling particularly sad and sorry for myself, and being a paranoid freak.
Looking back on it, I know what I did wrong. And I know what he did wrong.
As of this post, it's been almost 3 years since we split. He and I talk every now and then, and we're fine. I miss him, and his family terribly, but life goes on.
This is a very short post about how I felt at points during the time when I was trying to heal.
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owwwww, we all can feel your pain knowing we all at one time have gone through such ourselves. i hope all is going better for you dear. 