Brittany Lee Allen

My throat tightened but tears failed to follow. You know that old feeling...when sadness wedges itself in your throat, making it hard to breathe. It's like a century passes before you're able to swallow down the sorrow. Behold the sign of familiar pain—the kind that almost always lingers in the background like a pilot light. It's a symptom of a heart that longs, a heart that's sick, a heart where waiting feels endless.

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