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Apr 2015
I still remember how it hurts to say your name. It burned like acid, filling my mouth and running to the back of my throat. But now it doesn't burn anymore. It feels empty. And that's what you are. An empty space in my existence.
I found this in an old diary. Just thought about publishing it.
Emma Peters
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Emma Peters  Amsterdam
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