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I can feel it tugging on my fragile body. With invisible hands, it grips me from within on all sides. This raging emotion struggles to stretch me further to make room for God knows what; though I am clearly still licking my wounds. My cheeks have not yet hidden from the world the paths of salt water rivers that only recently stopped flowing from their seemingly endless source. My thoughts are so jumbled, like raindrops that have fallen and seeped together in a vast, ever moving sea of hazy thoughts. I want him in my life, but right now, there's only room in my heart for me.



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