April 21, 2009

  • I cried. Then I cried some more.

    I moved out. Then I ordered the papers.

    Someone is inside my chest, putting pressure against my ribcage and making it ache.
    Someone is grabbing my heart, stretching it like taffy, digging their sharp nails into the organ.

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