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Here is to the wreckage we are. The strength of war running through our veins, Bruises that burn our insides, The hollowness of our right chest cavity, The hurt in our eyes, The loneliness, Let me make museums of it all
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
The museum of heartbreak
Here is to the wreckage we are. The strength of war running through our veins, Bruises that burn our insides, The hollowness of our right chest cavity, The hurt in our eyes, The loneliness, Let me make museums of it all
#museums#love#healing#pain#short#empty#lonely#eyes#wreckage#heart
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
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