My hurt may look different but it’s still real

 

Im sorry that my hurt is a different shape than yours. I’m sorry that they resemble the craters on the moon instead of the cracks on the sidewalk. Im sorry you can play connect the dots between the lowest points of my life while yours are the paths between them. 

 

march 9, 2017

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