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Aug 2020
My phone vibrates a second longer when I receive a text;
And I had not realised how deep the scars he left had cut.

There is a familiar sense of dread in the deepest pit of my stomach,
Each time someone dares reach out to this hollow skeleton.

I have not spoken to him in 8 months,
He has not spoken to me in 6.
Been sitting in my drafts for over a year, and we all love vague!posting about ex’s

(I’ve actually gotten /some/ closure on this relationship now, but old wounds n that)
Misha Kroon
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Misha Kroon  23/Cisgender Female/UK
(23/Cisgender Female/UK)   
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