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I keep falling back together
But
Each time there’s another little piece of my heart missing. Each time.
My depression lingers for too long now.
And
I worry too much about each of them and not anywhere near enough.
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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