"Let go of a glass and it would break without hurting you. But when you start picking up the pieces and holding them, that’s when you feel the bleed."
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When a quiet day becomes a reminder of loneliness..
When moving transforms to a burden..
When composure shatters..
When tears wanted to roll down..
When emotions hit rock bottom..
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