I wonder if it hurts like I hurt
If this ache to speak
To be heard
builds and builds
Until the silence is broken and
All the words of inane small talk
All that’s allowed streams out
A trickle of steam and ash
Choked volcano
I wonder if this empty pain is one I’ll get used to
Or will I break
Waiting
Pelgris 
Please don’t break, Pelgris…you are an incredible person ❤
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Oh, honey, I’m already breaking. Right now, I’m like a loosely held together bag of glass. I have hope but, it’s difficult.
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Sending you lots of love and positive energy, my friend…this world is a cruel & dark place at times… hoping the sun shines upon you again soon ❤
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She might, perhaps.
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