Somewhere between dusk and my last shattered heart, I found myself: a shivering child in dire need of affection and a comforting shoulder to rest on. Forsaken by others, by her own damn self; bathed in whiskey in lieu of love—placating a tremendous compulsion to self-destruct. I picked her up and we embraced, she felt like metal in my arms, having carried the weight of a whole existence. Floating in a deluge of our tears through the gloaming hours of night, we came to acceptance; it is during these moments of self-discovery that past and present unite.



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