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Oct 2018
Lungs emptied,
I try to cry out but only cry.
My heart beats fitfully,
like a toddler deprived of their favourite toy.
Dread overcomes me,
wholly and completely,
as I realize you aren't coming back.
Heaving sobs will be replaced by
quiet tears,
isolation-
a silent suffering that comes only with time.
Elizabeth Brown
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Elizabeth Brown  28/F/Texas, of all places
(28/F/Texas, of all places)   
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