the little creeks in our armour show when
we're with our greatest enemies,
ourselves.
the little things we show others are
insignificant to the amount of rubble that
piles up in our heads.
the little messes we make when a dab is
overused are all that don't matter when the
whole picture is made whole.
the little mistakes we make
are all that destroys us.
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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...
