My heart is going to be battered around the whole rest of my life. I guess I can choose whether or not to be ready for this. It's coming either way. I bruise like a peach.
Creek next to I-64
Somewhere, WV
I want to yell to everyone "My heart hurts!" to write it on every page, to whisper it in every ear, but I know that so does everyone else's. Maybe they want to hear it spoken. Maybe the fact that it does isn't as important as its particular shade among heartache's innumerable variations.
oh man. #relateable
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