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Sep 2021
An endless, limitless pit echoing a deafening nothingness.
is how I imagine heartbreak to feel.

That is not what I feel.

What I feel is
like a bug bite
on my arm

It hurts a bit at first
but I'm only reminded of it
when the wind hits it just wrong
I'm reminded of the so recently silent pain.
Matthew
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Matthew  122/Other/My Basement
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