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Invitado
14 feb

That kind of pain doesn’t just vanish, does it? You stitch yourself back together, thinking you’ve built something stronger—only to find the wounds weren’t scars but doors, still waiting to be opened.

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Heart Attacks

You shredded my heart
into razor-thin ribbons of agony,
wounds I fought to heal.


So I’m surprised today—
when I dared to feel,
those grief-forged blades
could still cut me wide open.

19 April 2019

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