You know when you have a bruise?
There’s that urge to poke it and obviously it hurts.
.... but there’s something almost comforting in the pain?
So you keep pushing down, wincing, but unable to stop and let it go.
It’s almost like a compulsion... as if maybe the next time won’t hurt.
But it always does.
But, the truth is... you need to stop touching it so it can fully heal.
It’s time for me to let the bruise heal.
And I feel like my heart is breaking all over again.
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