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Apr 2017
What can only be described as the sound of velcro being ripped away from felt, was similar to the way I ached when you walked away.

QuickΒ Β almost painless but a slow burn as the feeling settled.
Then, nothingness.

But as I try to peel the bandaid away like my protective shield being dropped. The wound you left isn't as visible.

If I press hard enough, my faded memories come back.

pain that I know all too well.

Then I realize no matter how hard I try to heal, the sensation will always be prominent. The scar may be gone but your dark memory lingers.
Written 5/15/16
Sarah
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Sarah  25/F/New York
(25/F/New York)   
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   Elizabeth Gene
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