Underlying Emily Derrick I still can’t believe I was left broken by something so small, a bone-cyst that existed where it never belonged. Does it even matter that the break was accidental? Two years have passed now, and where pinky meets palm, this phantom-like pain persists there. Must you insist on haunting me, still? In all of my break ups-and-downs, I’m reminded of that summer where fragility turned to fracture, and for the sake of my aching heart, I have to ask: Just how long had that cyst been there, waiting to burst?
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