"you can't keep on being like this." she whispers, playing with her hair. tears slowly form on her eyes as she tries to forget him--the boy who broke her heart, the boy who left her in the dark. "i have to stay strong. i have to stay strong. i have to." she whispers to herself, repeating her mother's words to herself repeatedly. "be strong. be strong. stay fucking strong." she whispers. her chest heaves as she tries to control her ragged breathing. "i want to stay strong..." she whispers,
"but i can't bring myself to love again, not even myself."
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the dead poet's lover
Poesiathe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
