"what's so good about picking up the pieces?" she thought. and so she left her broken heart scattered across the floor like shards of glass and walked out into the rainy morning with tears streaming down her face promising herself that someday she would feel okay again.
one day i'll tell that story. one day when it stops hurting every time it rains. one day when everything doesn't remind me of him
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