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May 2021
This pain is different.
It’s visceral.
I’m hurting in parts of me I didn’t know could feel pain.
I can’t eat.
When I sleep I dream of him.
I keep telling myself every logical thought.
But it doesn’t keep me from feeling this ****.
Thinking of You
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Thinking of You
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     Nicole, nightpassenger and Johnnyqu33r
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