If this pain breaks me - all that is left is fleeting memory of being whole, fading remembrance of my resolve, with each hurting moment, I’ve been torn to pieces, shredded of every healing wall put up, fighting every sting of pain while hoping to get stronger, patiently waiting to be sew together. But what if I can’t outrun this hurt? what if I don’t get better? what if my wounded heart fails to heal? Here I lay deformed of courage and the will to push on, maybe this is what I need to begin a new chapter, It won’t be long now, whatever comes after this feels eternity away. Death to the pain that broke me. - Concept: ©MONOGRAMA - #GUARDIAN59 - Geo Location: https://bit.ly/3jI3Mxg
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