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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3 thoughts on “Quote

  1. My friend, we empaths don’t die. We’re human stars in this world and like all stars, we simply… burn out.

    1. Yes, we burn out……. Well expressed PoL and Luna! <3

  2. Beautiful and poignant

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