When the ache is too much, it has to get out.

I laid in my bed crying. I had laid there for weeks, crying. I could feel something in my chest pressing to get out. I had no idea what it was. All I knew is I had to get it out. I tried writing, I tried screaming, I tried rationalizing. I tried to blame my… Continue reading When the ache is too much, it has to get out.

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