When you take something and crush it with your own hands, do you still have the right to be miserable about it? Even though you were aware that it was made of precious glass?
It cuts so deep, this pain.
I managed to hurt so many people, all at once. And I did it all myself.
I’m struggling in the sea that I threw myself into. Scared about the shark below and the water all around that will drown me, for I do not know how to swim. Nor do I know how to tackle a shark. I’m sunk.
Yesterday, we grew up. Nothing will bring us back. But I will stick to you like contact-adhesive.
Please stay, don’t go away.
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