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the moment that broke me was when you tangled your fingers between mine and said nothing. the silence spoke everything louder than you ever could have and crossed every single line i had drawn and shattered all the pitifully-built walls i had made for myself. this is wretched-- my skin coming off, my face rotting away, my words losing any support they once had. it is exactly what i hate and, therefore, i hate holding hands.

i want you to know that i didn't mean to dangle my feet.