we'd all get to the breaking point of trying to capture a moment that's soon to be lost; but no matter how much we'd try, it would just slip through our fingers like fine grain sand.
[the attempt is most excruciating, because that shred of hope seems so much feasible, and yet so inevitable at the same time.]
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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...
