By Anonymous I don't want to talk about it, but I can't stop. This broken heart is ugly. This shattered heart is embarrassing. This wounded thing inside me is shameful and I don't want anyone to see it, but I can't stop. "It'll hurt less if I talk about it," I assure myself. It's like … Continue reading Tugging at the Edges
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That’s Called Living
what an emotional roller coaster today has been awake with a feeling of instant drunkenness and oddly bouncing off the walls, soaking in every extra degree that spring has been so kind as to bequeath to us hair disheveled eyes bright (from happiness or leftover morning tears?) coffee #1.5 but high on the charge r … Continue reading That’s Called Living
