My heart didn’t represent much back then. Nothing but an empty casing beating in my chest, I kept its parts contained in multiple boxes, in different rooms, in that house, after it shattered once. I picked up the pieces and kept them separate from each other, contained, because having the heart beat in parts unseen hurt less than one big collective broken thing inside my body. ~ Kate Berlin. *makes rue you are subscribed to the site so you dont miss posts like this one.
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 03:00:01 +0000
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