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Oct 2023
I thought about you
the sweet night we spent under the dim lights
The feelings I had were bubbling up

Your name caused a sharp pain
Uncertainty of why
I almost reached out
almost

I reread our last messages
5 months ago
and almost broke again
form the pain your words had
the red truth

and no mater how much I wish for you
You will always be the monster
that shouts scripture
and refuses to follow it
Writing of the Unknown
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