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Sep 2022
You stopped touching my bones when you couldn’t see them anymore.
I healed my eating but you found a thinner, older replacement.
We don’t touch anymore, but you chalk that up to the place we live.
We moved away, and I didn’t see any changes.

So what’s next?
What is left to keep you away?
I fixed my temperament, I moved, I stayed through the hatred.

So what’s left?
What is still keeping you attached to me?
What do I have left to give when we’re not on vacation?

What’s next?
What’s left?
I can’t see it, so please tell me if my information is dated.
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mike  32/Non-binary
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