Maybe each time I have loved someone, I have given away a part of my heart. So if the love is lost, so too is a part of my heart. I grow weaker with each missing piece. Maybe that is why I feel so tired and so sad today.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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