Tick, Tick, Tick...



Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.


Saturday, November 13, 2010

I feel this little piece of my heart that is broken. Because I let someone else chip it. They chipped my heart and ran away with a tiny sliver, and now I can never fix the little broken piece. I can't fix my heart because it's not completely whole.. It never will be again.

I don't know how to live with a damaged heart.

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