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Writer's pictureJenny

bridges burned.

every day anxiety tore through me. he was the type to pull you in, but never too close. and then drift back away.


Is it me? Am I too much? Am I lacking?


With trembling hands I finally lit the match and watched us burn, knowing it’d be easier to process his rejection based on my poor behavior than his rejection of who I am, or who I am not.

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