manuel of la brea

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stuck

Bleeding hearts, sensitizing scars.

And writing these pieces about myself,
I believe, could help me forget you.

But know that I still ache for you.
Your hands, your voice,

and the sound of your laugh.

I don’t want to let you go,
but I also don’t want to let go the past.

Help me, my love.

I don’t want to be trapped in it
forever.

I’m stuck,
confused, and hurt.
I want the pain to go away,
but I also don’t want you away

from me.