balances broken and weighed-
he reaches out and it begins again-
the moments-
the insecurities- everything she vomited
and categorized-
he brings them back-
stands them in front of her-
demands to know which ones are art
and which she really wanted to throw away----
she just turns her back-
if he really knew her-
he would know that they're all the same.
-a.
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