in health class, the teacher told us that the human heart is roughly the size of a fist
i don't remember what the teacher said next though
because i was too busy curling my fingers into my palm
how could so much sadness exist in something so small?
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Short Storythere's something especially heartbreaking about watching your daddy leave. there's something oh so ruining about watching your momma cry.
