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crumbled.
the way a pie is held tightly in your grasp. the way jenga blocks fall when you pick a wrong piece off the stack. the way you sprint to the finishing line to find that you're only a split second away from clinching the medal.
have always thought that i've turned numb after last year. i thought that was the worst and if i make it through then, i'll make it through everything else. but when those drops of grief from the bereavement of hope came streaking down uncontrollably like a broken string of beads, i know i'm not.
ever had those times when you just sink into self-depression and your beloved friends shower their care and concern for you, and you would very much like to heed their advice and pick yourself up and tell them you're okay, but you just can't seem to do it?
you know you're not okay. and you know you need a lot more to pick yourself up.
i'm not looking for pity. i just need a space to pour all these out.
and i figured that i need some time alone. how ironic. since i've been pretty much alone all these while.
group1 soared @ 01:17
xoxo