Things I write and delete
impulsive writing from a compulsively disordered someone
Sunday, September 11, 2011
No it isn’t heart breaking. It fails to satisfy my metaphorical needs.
The shattering and picking up shards of a broken “heart” doesn’t work for me.
I feel shot.
Shot at my chest.
And my gut.
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