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it’s toughest of all— falling in love with the nearest thing. but then, it’s only a lie until you learn to mean it. where and when you can, hold your breath, until the cuts can’t make it past the callus; oh, until you are.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:58 PM UTC
serrated edge
it’s toughest of all— falling in love with the nearest thing. but then, it’s only a lie until you learn to mean it. where and when you can, hold your breath, until the cuts can’t make it past the callus; oh, until you are.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:58 PM UTC
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