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Apr 2019
It didn't matter that you were miles away
I felt you step alongside me
Your advice in my veins, your strength when I slipped.

Now it's just me and the voices.
I walk faster now, sure, but,

I'd rather "have" you beside me.
We don't talk anymore, you don't trust me anymore...and that's okay.

Doesn't mean I don't miss you.
Bleurose
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Bleurose  27/Agender
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