we like to play it cool. we like to pretend it doesn't really matter and that it hasn't pricked the deepest corners of our hearts. we keep denying it until we feel nothing but just this colossal mass of pain. but isn't it easier to not acknowledge any of it than to slowly wither away?
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the blue and the solace
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