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the terrors of losing are not the loss. it is not from our hearts but our lungs that break when the you that was here becomes the you that I fear. it goes from presence to . (and the hardest thing is knowing you still exist when you are all that i miss)
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
the apprehension burns
the terrors of losing are not the loss. it is not from our hearts but our lungs that break when the you that was here becomes the you that I fear. it goes from presence to . (and the hardest thing is knowing you still exist when you are all that i miss)
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
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