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Oct 2014
Some days I flinch away from you, as though even the gentlest of touches could shatter me into a thousand tiny pieces.
Some days I tense up whenever you enter the room, as though a single word from you could break me.

Please, believe me when I tell you that it is not you.
Please, believe me when I tell you that it breaks my heart every time I see you pull back from me.
Written by
Eliza  Wales
(Wales)   
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