I hope this reaches you well. My best wishes are upon you.
You have severed me completely. (Something) I thought you would (never do).
You achieved it, so precisely.
Without self-harm.
Emotion cannot describe.
Confusion I feel.
The hurt and obvious malice are thick.
The disregard and callousness are deep.
How does this make any sense?
Eight years of unrefined love.
Pure at its core, with crystalline solidarity
Weakened by erroneous friction, and
Exotic erosion.
I knew we’d make it through,
I thought.
In any stretch or strain of memory,
Any blip of conscious being
Any dream or nightmare or in-between
Any movement or word,
Mimed or heard
Any plain of existence,
Lying or in stance
I hope this reaches you well. My best wishes are upon you.
You have severed me completely. (Something) I thought you would (never do).

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