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Oct 2019
Looking at pictures of us doesn’t hurt like I thought it would
(Sometimes).
I expected a sharp pain,
A dull ache.
And sometimes my heart twitches with pain at the sight of us together.

But for the most part,
I’m alarmingly okay without you.
I think it might be because
We grew sick of each other without noticing.
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-  24/M/Orlando, FL
(24/M/Orlando, FL)   
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