why I do the things I do
16 hours ago
Life. Love. Literature. Whedon.
Dear Friend,
I apologise, but I could no longer help you carry this burden. This shoulder can no longer bear the weight of these tears. My heavy heart weighs me down so.
I apologise for brushing off your tears when I should be brushing them away. But I have my own to catch, and they're swelling like a river.
I apologise for not helping you pick up the broken pieces of your life, your heart. Because the truth is, I'm still looking for mine.
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