It's like, just when my lungs finally start to fill with air, when the blood starts flowing at a slower pace through my heart, when my words aren't so painful to speak, something punctures my lungs, rips the valves from my heart open and I find myself once again choking on my words. Loving you is the culperate I have finally caught that keeps killing me. I never wanted to love you; in fact I have tried so insanely hard not to; but how can you rip a beating heart from your own chest and live through it? That is what I have yet to figure out.
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Author:
Niki Oz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2023 17:46
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Such a painful read niki
If you ever figure that out
Please let me know
Keep writing it out
If I ever figure it out you will be the second to know after me. And then we will tell the whole world so no one else ever feels this.
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