“do you know what it is to cry alone in bed in the bittersweet sadness of 3 a.m.? do you know what it is not to want to wake up to another day because you feel your chest so empty you could be dead? do you know what it is to struggle to find reasons that’ll make your stay a bit desirable to wish?”
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More like.. my chest is caving in; the pressure is starting to be too much to bare. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I heart is fucking breaking.
I fell in love with a man who built me a home / out of his body and set himself on fire
because I was inside it. I know not how love blooms / but how it / leeches.
— dezireé a. brown, from “RECORD 10268.” published in Foundry
Oh my god, this hits my heart, deep. Gahh. The agony.
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