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Whoever said it is better to have loved and lost than never loved at all has obviously never done so. For even when the initial, catastrophic heartbreak has finally ebbed away, and you begin to collect up the broken pieces and smile at the little things again; it is still lurking, waiting. Sometimes it just brushes against the tiny sensitive hairs on your am, reminding you of the empty space between them. It sends a chill across the exact concave plain of your chest where heads seem to fit so perfectly. Other times it will rip through you, unprovoked in a violent burst, raging loneliness and an engulfing despair that seems to splinter you. Something so painful it numbs you; leaves you hollow, and often you wont even be able to pin point why.
Violet Jackson
Violet Jackson
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