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Feb 2021
Now there are all these things,
names,
sounds,
places,
ideas,
that I can't stand
because
they remind me of you.
They haunt me and throw me
into a pit of nostalgic
sadness, and fear
at the notion
you still slip through
the cracks I worked so hard
to seal.
Bringing back pain and anxiety
I thought I was done
having to feel.
So much is ruined, so much will never be the same.
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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