arms thrown wide, open.
heart on my sleeve, open.
bare all dare all, open.
And by virtue of being o-p-e-n, anything can get through to me like piercing words carelessly dropped from lips perhaps unintended to do such harm but indeed harm has been done... like a snowball rolling down an alpine slope, your words tumbled harsher than ever threatening to crush me with the weight of their hurt, and I'm afraid I'll be too broken for you to pick up the pieces.
for you who has direct acess, take care,
there's no cure for a shattered heart.'
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