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Mar 21
I have diagnosed it myself.

But  I’m not the first one—

Due to the lack of clotting,

No wound of this heart

would ever heal fast.

There is no moving on,

Because there is no scar.

My soul keeps bleeding.

It longs to go back.

Flashbacks.

Their voice.

Supercuts.

Their hand touching mine—

Oh dear Lord!
Why can I recall?!

I’m having a soulrrhage

Call 911 !
In my mind this is greek for ‘bursting of soul’ which is being so emotional and prone to remember; chronically in your heart.
Which I have for better or for worse
Dianali
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Dianali  29/F
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