you've always been building castles in the sky, and they've been crumbling down almost as often as you've been falling in and out of love. you're used to it; you've finished whole packets of tissues but no longer feel the sinking in your heart.
you'll smile. you'll be happy. you'll never have to try to be okay, because who said you were broken in the first place? so what if you cried then? you aren't crying now.
YOU ARE READING
Catharsis | On Hold
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