the one thing he taught me was to reach beyond my grasp, never satisfied, always yearning...

[deadlypoetry]

 take a deep breath little girl, hold on just a little bit tighter; your little hands can barely fit around the rope that is holding it all together, we know, but just a little bit more, it's up to you.

in a whirlwind of fluttering thoughts, fabricated needs, and anticipated inabilities, she pictures the world as if she had just let go. Almost

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[krowface]

your sad heart echoes mine.

broadcasting... broadcasting. does anyone hear?