Its 2:55 in the afternoon.
<p>At 11:55 I broke my own heart. She feels confused. Happy that I listened. Sad that I took something away. My mind is trying to console her, telling her she did a good thing and for the best reason: self-love.</p>
<p>“Self-love doesn’t omit pain” she cries</p>
<p>Then she sang a poem</p>
<p><em>My heart</em></p>
<p><em>heavy, but not grounded</em></p>
<p><em>I’m ready to disperse</em></p>
<p><em>seeds my soul founded</em></p>
<p><em>Its time to bloom</em></p>
<p><em>but first, I must weep</em></p>
<p><em>For change, she dances</em></p>
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