Hole

There’s a hole, a big hole in my chest. It’s open, hurtful and empty. 
I walk with that hole. I laugh, I walk, I eat and I pretend everything is alright while it’s not. 

We made it.

We hurt each other by words and by acts. 

And I hurt myself by hurting you.

RI

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