This used to be my charm i used to be all that sad boi broken heart charm you could wear me on your arm but i had a habit of dragging humble bragging finger wagging so hard that it must have snapped off at least a couple of times you sewing it on between my inverse ideas of how you should help me heal and how without the help i wouldve been fine
I need a sign.
“It’s been __ days
since my last cry.”
I’d never have to
add a number.
I’m in motion
all the time.
I am moved by
the very majesty
of being alive.
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