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A small figure stands alone in the rain,
head lowered, eyes shut tight as tears fall freely.
The sky above is dark and heavy,
each raindrop echoing the weight in its chest.

Where a heart should be, there is only a hollow black space,
cracked and slowly bleeding pain.
In one hand, the figure holds a string,
tied to a red heart-shaped balloon —
stitched, scarred, yet still floating,
as if trying to escape the sadness below.

At its feet lies another broken heart,
discarded, forgotten, soaked by the storm.

The world feels quiet, cold, and lonely —
a moment frozen in heartbreak,
where love still exists,
but hurts too much to hold.

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