it's the outside that's being watched,
and not how i was breaking
into c h i p s.
it was the smile that i held that matters,
and not how i was swallowing bile nervously.
it was the eyes that shone,
and not that of happiness.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
