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… and today, I was cold, a different kind of cold, not because of the weather, but because I remembered - the kind that seeps past your skin and into the spaces people used to fill. Maybe I needed him, No I didn’t!
it’s just these dates that hold old echoes and make the heart misfire
for a while, it stung, deep, familiar, aching.
But then I breathed.
and remembered I survived it.
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