..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
I constantly talk about my feelings because I am honest and wear my heart on my sleeve.
I share, because maybe someone out there feels the same. Maybe, just maybe, We don’t have to feel so alone.
All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.
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