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May 2021
I can’t bring myself to listen to the songs I once loved before
Like I can’t bring myself to reopen every wound I thought was closed
Like I can’t stare at the same art without picking each detail apart
There is love here I am afraid to lose
And I don’t know where to start

How does one mend an ever-breaking broken heart
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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