does it break my heart? of course, every moment of
every day
into more pieces than my heart
was made of. i never thought
of myself as quiet, much less silent. i never thought
about
things at all.
everything changed, and that distance wedged
itself between me and my happiness.wasn't the world, and it
wasn'tthe bombs and
burning buildings,it was me and
my
thinking, the cancer of
never letting go. is ignorance bliss? i
don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what
did
thinking ever do for
me? to what place did
thinking ever
bring me? i think and i think
and i think. i've thought myself
out of happiness a million
times, but
never once into it.
does it break my heart? of course, every moment of every day
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