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I just can't... not a single thing, not a single day more.
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I can't act "nonchalant", I don't fucking play, I'm not like that. I care.
It hurts me deeply, and I'm feeling so broken-hearted... I feel hopeless.
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sometimes i imagine what it would feel like to be understood and it makes my chest hurt
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Marina Tsvetaeva from Phaedra: a drama in verse; with New Year's Letter and other Long Poems
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And i’ll kiss every scar on your body & soul to remind you that love doesn’t have to hurt.
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