“I wont cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left.”
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“She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.”
― Sisterhood Everlasting
― Sisterhood Everlasting
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