life is like finding an umbrella in the middle of the road when it's raining. you'd run to save it, for your own benefit but you'd get crushed by the driver that didn't see you. he'd bring you to the hospital to fix you, but the spirit's damaged enough.
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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...
