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Mar 2014
i have this great space inside my chest
and i fill it with whatever i can find
but eventually it all falls away
and that empty space leaves a weight
i can claw and scratch and punch that space
but the weight never leaves

you were the best thing
that i ever filled that space with
but you too are falling away
and i can feel that weight returning
and it's crushing me like it's never done before.
Rebecca Ashworth
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