But this is how you know me
But this is how you know me. This softness, this tenderness. This space between smiles, this laughter. This lightness in my chest, where the ribs expand, now holding more than room between heaving sobs. Where this mirror reflects more than darkness at the edges, where four pairs of eyes do not follow each two. This is how you have known me – and it feels a little like insanity. Who is this…
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