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today, i made the decision.
i picked my dry eyes over his ocean blue ones. i chose to pick up my own pieces over his. i made decision to heal my heart before i tried to fix his. and for the first time in a long time, i chose myself. for i can no longer cut myself on the razor blade he calls a heart.

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