The sound of my neck cracking makes me cringe, for a second I forgot what pain is, I forget how love feels, for a second I ignore my brain and allow my heart to do my thinking, the sound of my yawn makes me mute, you cannot talk with a mouth stretched out so wide that your smile lines scream, you cannot love with a broken heart, analogy: to love with a broken heart is to put the oxygen mask on your child before yourself, you both will die.
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