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Oct 2018
I have yet to allow myself to REALLY cry about this entire thing,
But I have found that when tears do find their way out of me,
They’ve started to taste like blood when they run in to the mouth that you used to kissgood morning,
And on every departure,
And in between for no reason.


My chest hurts.
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