My heart aches.
Subject A enters the room and it happens.
This heartache.
This feeling I have, its a mixture of confused pain and love.
This heartache.
Subject B passes me in the hall and it happens.
The heartache.
Its even more dramatic than Subject A's.
Subject A can pass through my mind and confuse me.
Subject B however, can simply pass me in the hallway and wound me.
This heartache.
Subject C passes through my head, rarely.
But when they do, it happens.
Heartache.
Subject C is far away, yet so close.
Subject C is impossible to explain, yet here we are still.
Fucking heartache.
All of them have things in common.
All of them are unique.
All of them give me different ranges of heartache.
Pain.
Sadness.
Confusion.
These subjects and their heartaches.
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