You can’t Break me

Hard break ups, aren’t the end of me

words, no words

heavy blankets
and showtunes

Zeda & Zack on repeat,
tears & tissues like colored pens

stream across the pages of my
notebooks

Every breath feels like a ton of
books I’m trying to breathe out

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