that lingering urge
to prove something,
to make herself full,
to enlighten what demons
entered her head,
to forget what was already
carved inside her.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
