How is it possible that each time the heart breaks it feels different from the last?
*I just want a miracle, right now. Please God, please angels, please universe.
The heart breaks and sinks, sinks almost as far as theirs.
*Infuse her body with healing light, make her arms as strong as her will and her joie de vivre.
Sleep means having to remember and get re-shocked in the morning.
I can’t hardly believe that this is a part of life, as sweet and good as birth. When does it feel sweet? When does it unhurt?
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