We’re held together by invisible stitches. Sometimes, I think I hear them tearing. It could be in my head; or, maybe I want them to rip apart. I mean, I did once relate people to shoes, and how we can outgrow ‘em…
Whatever the case, note to self: get more friends, or become better recluse.
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ianbrooks said:
No pity parties tonight, Jess! Because you rock!
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