you know if you're hurt if your breathing stops to allow hiccups to come in, your tears are drenched in sadness, and your smile is fading, disapppearing into the distance. but all you want to do is lend your bruised hand.
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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...
