tick-tock.
I would get mad at him, not knowing why. Sometimes I even became mad at myself. I felt my heart slowly gain the weight of worry. Like a bottle of wine kissing the floor with a crash, it felt like were things going to break apart
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tick-tock.
I would get mad at him, not knowing why. Sometimes I even became mad at myself. I felt my heart slowly gain the weight of worry. Like a bottle of wine kissing the floor with a crash, it felt like were things going to break apart