....I believe a large chunk of myself has been ripped out, and I'm not quite sure why.
It's been happening more and more recently that I simply curl under my blankets and, well...just cry until my eyes run out of tears.
It frightens me, and at the same time, it's cleansing.
I just...I wish I could have touched him, held him, told him I loved him one
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