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We had strings tied to our hearts and when I left they snapped, and we bled inwardly–the both of us. I bled until my blood ran dry and I was forced to heal. I resisted nature, I tore at my scars again and again, wanting them raw and beautiful and I wanted to drown in my pain and love for you.
“Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.”