it was a soft sort of breaking
like chalk dust
the kind of pain you accepted
even if you didn't know
what it was that made you breakthere's too many people in the world for me to feel this alone

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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
like chalk
it was a soft sort of breaking
like chalk dust
the kind of pain you accepted
even if you didn't know
what it was that made you breakthere's too many people in the world for me to feel this alone