Midnight. It still hurts

I have found the limits to my compassion and understanding. I wish it didn’t have to hurt so much.

It’s the middle of the night, and my silly little heart is whimpering so loudly I can’t sleep. I try and pacify it, but the stubborn thing won’t listen to reason. So instead I’m up online, letting it whine itself out. I can’t find it in me to blame it at all.

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