some people are good at constructing neat lines and walls and boundaries, monitoring the pace of their relationships as if they were hooked up to hospital machinery. they have solid hearts that can be cut and given away in puzzle pieces that fit neatly with others. pieces that return to their boxes when the game's over.
not me. my heart runs and bleeds chaotically as it wishes, like a ribbon of blood disseminating in a pool of water. it's a mesmerizing sight... until you realize that you've spilled something that can never be recovered.
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