My heart only

My pain is written in the same ink as my fingerprints

No one but me can decipher it. No one but me can read it. No one but me can feel it. No one but me can release it. No one but me can see how it’s affecting me. No one but me can figure out what I don’t yet get about my pain.

And that’s the saddest thing: to be lonely in your worst moments.

Respond to My heart only

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