Her bones break, her shoulders cannot carry the load.
When her body hits the ground there’s no one to pick her up.
The dust settles on a body that has a cold touch to it now.
It’s the death of an empath.
Quote from: Poem #222
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My friend, we empaths don’t die. We’re human stars in this world and like all stars, we simply… burn out.
Yes, we burn out……. Well expressed PoL and Luna! <3
Beautiful and poignant