Invisible Tiny Cuts
Death By a Thousand Cuts
Tiny heartbreaks. Quiet stitches.
Soft glimmers in the cracks.
Healing, one gentle moment at a time.
Heartbreak isn’t always loud.
Sometimes it’s quiet,
tiny,
like a thousand invisible cuts.
A song that hurts to hear.
A chair that feels emptier than it used to.
A memory that slips under your ribs.
Healing works the same way.
Softly.
Slowly.
One gentle stitch at a time.
A warm cup of tea.
A laugh you didn’t expect.
A lyric that feels like a hug.
Each small piece
is proof you’re still here.
Still trying.
Still shimmering in the cracks.
And somehow,
that’s enough.

🤗😍
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