` Eᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ Cɪᴛʏ

She was the kind of girl who wore herself like a lit match, kept people crushed between her palms until they turned into a handful of yesterday’s and promises they could not keep. Because she was the kind of girl who broke people from loving them too much and even when they pulled away muttering apologies like litanies her fingers were still powdered with the ways she knew them, with how easily strangers can turn into family and just the same, turn back again.

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[buriedinamind]

I know what it’s like, feeling stationary. Feeling life move past you and all you can do is stare. I’ve stared into nothingness; I’ve looked it straight in the eye. I know what it’s like looking at the things you hate and not having any drive to change what you know will never be different unless you do something about it. I hope for movement with no catalyst because I know what it’s like to try and fail time after time enough to tell me the strife isn’t worth it. I can relate to that pain, feeling anchored by the loss of hope.

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Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open? Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?

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