February 2012
sometimes love feels so physical. sometimes my chest hurts,
my rib cage, my body aches.
my body aches to be loved.
sometimes i wonder where it all went,
self-worth self-esteem,
sometimes that hurts too,
pieces of me slowly drifting away.
i’m watching myself fall apart,
what am i doing about it?
does growing up really mean sloughing old skin, does it really mean giving up on what...
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