Preface
Every night, she'd fall asleep and let the words cut through her defenses because, sometimes, it is all that's left for her to do.
(Because she's breathing, she's fine, but she knows - feels, breathes - that nothing is, and it's going to take a lot more than that to save herself from herself.
But that's how it is.)
And she's got to make it through.
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// dedicated to anyone who is constantly weighed down their giants //
