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Lost Muttering

I can’t help but wonder if my heart will always hurt and feel heavy when certain faces are around (or at least in the pictures behind my eyes). Over a year later I am still bereft, and poking at the missing limb that was us. I still feel lost–standing here in the middle of this story, feeling the burn and disbelief that you just slammed the book closed in my face.

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