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inhale = exhale . . .

snow and silence and eyes on my back

we are fragments. we are strength. glue your broken pieces back together and see your worth.

Today is the anniversary of my Grandmother's death. She was my favourite person in the entire world.

glass, blood, denial

first times and forget-me-nots

pulse pound pause ...breathe

These words stay with you like battle scars.