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May 2019
Resting my eyes always leads to memories of what I no longer have.
Dreams of you loving me and kissing me slowly.
To wake to the painful reality that you left.
The reminder each morning is too much.
So I stopped sleeping.
it has been months and I still struggle
Olivia Lost
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Olivia Lost  24/F/Canada
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