"here is a map with your name for a capital. here is an arrow to prove a point - here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. here are the illuminated cities at the center of me."
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i wish i was the girl who knew how to let people go (i wish i was the girl who knew how to stand on her own)

should it be this hard to fight for people to stay in your life? and if it is, why does it feel like i’m the only who’s fighting?

if people leave, let them, i read somewhere but how can i when all i was taught was to hold on to things with a grip to rival death’s, to keep what, who, is necessary and not giving them up without a war, when all my mouth knows is ‘stay, please and don’t leave’? because what if they don’t come back? what if no one comes back?