I don't usually write poetry but here is one: The days that hurt the most are... The days when I find myself overindulged in emotion. Stuffed to the brim, crammed full, overflowing, bursting at the seams. In pain. Coming apart and undone. These are the days when having senses feels like a chore. The days [...]
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Her Patchwork Heart 