and the winner is…

i noticed it 2 years ago. the dropped beat. a rush of i don’t know exactly. 12 lead ekg…leads to an echo…leads to running like a fat girl on an inclined treadmill…and then come the little sticky pads to wear for a week…

proof. my heart is broken.

i silently cried watching that sad little heart muscle chugging along with so much wrong but still trying…

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21 and tall. thin. moving beautifully. i saw that girl back in ’87 dance her little heart out. oblivious to future. i cried when i saw her too. because, because…future was coming.

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