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she ran a hand over her heart. the tip of her finger got caught in a small stitch tightly sewn to keep her heart together. but in that fateful moment, the stitch quickly unraveled, loosening her still-beating heart until the pieces could do nothing but stumble around each other, crumble into soft, maroon dust, and settle into her weary bones.
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
the unraveling.
she ran a hand over her heart. the tip of her finger got caught in a small stitch tightly sewn to keep her heart together. but in that fateful moment, the stitch quickly unraveled, loosening her still-beating heart until the pieces could do nothing but stumble around each other, crumble into soft, maroon dust, and settle into her weary bones.
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
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