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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