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I'm starting to give up on you.
I can feel the resignation in my lungs,
heaving a heavy sigh every time your name is whispered,
like something forbidden
like some traumatic story we'd just
rather not talk about.
its like you've died in me
and I am forcing myself to learn how to live life
without you here.
I never wanted this to happen.
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