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Bite my tongue. Hold my shaky breath. Maybe if I’m quiet for long enough, everything will be okay, eventually. If I’m honest, it’s really hard to feel this way. Numb, misunderstood, vulnerable. Stubborn. Dazed. I’m tired of hurting you. I’m tired of breaking. But hearts ache sometimes, even when they love each other.


Nothing lasts in this world. Not love, not friends, no period of time. Everything has its own season, and its own purpose. To ensure our growth. To test our strength. To give us happiness. But when it’s over, we are left with the bitter taste of nostalgia in our mouths. Sometimes I wake with the … More Melancholia