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── crumbling, prelude.
Everyone heals differently. We all feel various types of pain and we all go through the phases of healing. Stitching our hearts and souls back together by the threads, piece by piece. When we all heal, indefinitely, we all go through the same phases. (Put your heart back together, darling.) Let me hold your hand, we'll get through this together.
"The split pathways!" Voices overlap the others, mixing all together, an unsettled type of melody. Her heart twisted as sensations seeped throughout her body. It was like a drug in her veins, crawling and creeping underneath her skin.
