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A broken fool, still standing only because his own sorrow denies him no peace, plays his sad tune to the world.
His melancholy melody echoes through the streets, only to be heard by him. None other shall be witness to his final downfall.
With a whimper and a tear he will fall to the ground and fade away... With that the delicate thread on which the world is woven together frays and snaps... All hope lost.
His name was Love, his world, the heart.
His melancholy melody echoes through the streets, only to be heard by him. None other shall be witness to his final downfall.
With a whimper and a tear he will fall to the ground and fade away... With that the delicate thread on which the world is woven together frays and snaps... All hope lost.
His name was Love, his world, the heart.
I wrote this earlier this year, perhaps more towards half way through.
Additional Note: I tried to post this in Romantic Fiction, where I believe it belongs. However, DA gave me an odd error message "Sorry, this category is currently closed for submissions", so I placed it in General Fiction instead.
Additional Note: I tried to post this in Romantic Fiction, where I believe it belongs. However, DA gave me an odd error message "Sorry, this category is currently closed for submissions", so I placed it in General Fiction instead.
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