Nail polish falls and a heart stops. We have been through this already, and I thought that we were over this. You have managed to creep into my veins and empower my entire body. We’re only as strong as our weakest teammate. I am weak for you are weak. Ritualistically, I fight against your cliché. None of us are really weak, on our own. I can only think this, I can’t even get it out in a whisper. My lips are swollen, I shan’t be mute… I feel so impaired just from knowing that I could be stronger. Nail polish chipped, and half done… I can’t even finish, I can’t even cry out. A hush, and I haven’t even been speaking. You’re paranoid, I can feel it: yet you continue your abuse. Body trembling, nail polish still on the floor, I quote every post card I’ve seen with a palm tree in the background… If only you were here.
Nail polish falls and a heart… breaks.
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