Its 2:55 in the afternoon.

At 11:55 I broke my own heart. She feels confused. Happy that I listened. Sad that I took something away. My mind is trying to console her, telling her she did a good thing and for the best reason: self-love.

“Self-love doesn’t omit pain” she cries

Then she sang a poem

My heart

heavy, but not grounded

I’m ready to disperse

seeds my soul founded

Its time to bloom

but first, I must weep

For change, she dances

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