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Mar 2020
days
weeks
months
spent crying over your absence.
days
weeks
months
spent waiting for you to come back.
days
weeks
months
spent questioning my own identity.
days
weeks
months
spent pondering my will to live.
days
weeks
months
of self-hatred
until,
one day,
one week,
one month,
of self-realization;
as if your absence could determine my self-worth.
Written by
nicole pinto
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