“Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.”― Jodi Picoult
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(Mikayla)
I had cried myself to sleep last night, and when I woke up, the memory of that was resting on my eyes. I cursed myself for the stupidity of it all, as I walked out to the kitchen, telling myself I was done with the tears.
My eyes burned with tears I had shed last night, and my heart burned along with my feelings for August, but I knew that this was not in my control anymore, and so I decided to only worry about things that were in my control and, guess what, there were a lot of things that were still in my freaking control.
What if my heart felt weirdly empty? What if a freaking chasm was opening at the pit of my sto
