The Burden of Shame

If a broken heart wasn’t hard enough, shame may quickly follow.

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I strangled the phone silent before a second ring could escape.

Tossing it to the other side of the bed I laid back down.

I didn’t want to sleep, but I didn’t want to be awake. I didn’t want to think, but that didn’t stop my brain from doing so.