They say that when a girl flinches at the touch of someone new, her skin was touched too hard and for too long.
They say that when a girl keeps her arms and hands to herself, she is dying to hold those new hands asking the same.
They say that when a girl was broken to a trillion pieces, it takes a lot of effort and patience to glue her pieces back.
That means her heart doesn't beat the same. And her hands long for touch just like when she met him last.
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Blooming thoughts.
PoesíaAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
