Do I?

by Sara   Feb 25, 2008


It hurts like you've got shattered glass inside your chest.
It hurts to laugh.
It hurts to smile.
It hurts to breathe.
It even hurts when you're doing nothing.
Or even when you're doing something.
It never gets any worse,
Though it never gets any less.
It's always there.
It never stops.
And I don't think I need to tell you what this is do I?

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