and then, something shakes me or moves me or i just get up to fast, and what i thought was healed stabs me all over again.
not healed, just covered over with more recent whirlwind worries.
i am still broken from something that doesn't matter, except to me it matters a great great deal.
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you said it right. i know because I felt it when I read this.
That first paragraph is brilliant.
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