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måndag 23 december 2013

Words in September

You leave me without any skin. You leave me broken and cracked and shivering. On a floor somewhere in the west, with a breaking heart and thoughts that threaten to choke me. Because you don't love me, you never did, always wanted to, but never could. And right here, is where I stop trying to understand. Right here, is where I realize that it is time to get on with things. And so I keep breathing. And so I keep existing. And so I keep feeling. So I embrace the emptiness you left behind. Through all the millions of little cracks where you used to be.

I will live sweetie-pants. Still.

Ane Brun – Halo

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