"If you can handle the truth... I'll tell you everything you want to know" I trembled as those cold words tumbled from her lips like ice from a shattered glass. Then I struggled to speak, grasped the air for arguments that I'd held onto for this very moment. But all I found was a sharp pain in my chest, reminiscent of the one she left as a goodbye.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
"If you can handle the truth... I'll tell you everything you want to know" I trembled as those cold words tumbled from her lips like ice from a shattered glass. Then I struggled to speak, grasped the air for arguments that I'd held onto for this very moment. But all I found was a sharp pain in my chest, reminiscent of the one she left as a goodbye.
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