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Jan 28
I finally caught my breath.
By going far enough away
that it didn't feel like
we were sharing
the same air anymore.

It was so much easier
to exist.

Now I've returned,
but I won't lose it.
Not again.
Spilled little things
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Spilled little things  31/F
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