Clawing my way back to the surface; I am boring through my own rib cage, my own sternum, from the outside in as quickly as my knuckles can fly in order to break through this tissue and stand tall. This is the sort of moment - this collective six days, seven days - that absolutely shakes my foundation. I breathe; my heart quivers. Tears brim.
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feeling like you can't be weak is hard =[ ♥
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Yours.
-n.
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