As the hours retreat into the night and the days become increasingly transient and myopic…
…My heart contracts at the same rate into a painful stone, lodged in my translucent chest like a fly in amber…
…Absurdly comparable to our severance, which resulted in this beating centrepiece feeling like nothing more than a stab wound.
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Your pain is real, palpable and this post makes my heartstrings tug. I hope you get through whatever you’re going through <3
I hope that your pain will lessen in time.