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I said, hey girl with one eye, I'll cut your little heart out because you made me cry.
Because prior feelings of inadequacy aren't enough, he thought it appropriate to completely crush every last one of my feelings. My bones feel brittle. I think I might throw up. My breathing has slowed down so much that I keep my fingers to my collarbones, reminding myself to inhale, exhale, then inhale again. Why I allow these things to happen is beyond me. This past year has been so much all at once. I guess in the end, it's all mean to balance out. You feel happy, you feel sad. Just to keep yourself steady. Just to keep you awake long enough for you to remember every little detail.
Because prior feelings of inadequacy aren't enough, he thought it appropriate to completely crush every last one of my feelings. My bones feel brittle. I think I might throw up. My breathing has slowed down so much that I keep my fingers to my collarbones, reminding myself to inhale, exhale, then inhale again. Why I allow these things to happen is beyond me. This past year has been so much all at once. I guess in the end, it's all mean to balance out. You feel happy, you feel sad. Just to keep yourself steady. Just to keep you awake long enough for you to remember every little detail.