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What can only be described as the sound of velcro being ripped away from felt, was similar to the way I ached when you walked away. Quick  almost painless but a slow burn as the feeling settled. Then, nothingness. But as I try to peel the bandaid away like my protective shield being dropped. The wound you left isn't as visible. If I press hard enough, my faded memories come back. pain that I know all too well. Then I realize no matter how hard I try to heal, the sensation will always be prominent. The scar may be gone but your dark memory lingers.
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Bandaids.
What can only be described as the sound of velcro being ripped away from felt, was similar to the way I ached when you walked away. Quick  almost painless but a slow burn as the feeling settled. Then, nothingness. But as I try to peel the bandaid away like my protective shield being dropped. The wound you left isn't as visible. If I press hard enough, my faded memories come back. pain that I know all too well. Then I realize no matter how hard I try to heal, the sensation will always be prominent. The scar may be gone but your dark memory lingers.
sarahrh
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
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