"if i keep writing about how much i miss him perhaps i can purge him.
if i keep writing about how much i miss him perhaps i will continue to hold him in my heart.
it feels like love.
it feels like longing.
it feels like hate.
it feels like a heart fighting to live
it feels like a heart that wants to hide for safety.
it feels like compromise
it feels like self reflection
it feels like blame.
it feels like a heart thats afraid it will never be as strong as it was
it feels like love lost."
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