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Sunday, January 26, 2025

Hot-Headed Heart

I’m hot-headed and always wearing my heart on my sleeve like it's been tattooed there since birth. But my skin is stretched now and has quite a bit of wrinkles. I hope you don’t think this thing beating inside my chest is ugly… it’s been 20 years of loving deeply, fully, and loudly and I think it definitely makes sense to have this much wear and tear. I hope when they do my autopsy they take the flaps of my chest and cover my heart back up just so no one ever has to see the ugly thing inside me.

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