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Jul 2022
He moved on
fast
faster
than he could have imagined
He only needed enough time
to mourn
the lost year,
effort, and
emotion.
To kick himself
for being in fear,
for being used.
Such a fool.
Betrayal was the end
of everything real.
When she's gone
she's gone.
When he's done
he's done.
No time to feel.
Finishing drafts. Glad they ****** up.
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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