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Our hearts are broken and I swear I can feel the pain. It climbs down my rib cage like the roots of a tree, my nerves grab the Earth, pushing their way through the dirt, hoping for peace; a break from this aching. Something better will come along.

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kendra-gibson-1

American

Published: Feb 1, 2013
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