Tag: Depression
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A box, tucked away
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even a thing, and in this moment, I am fully aware that I miss something that is not you. As I try to pin that down, I unpackage my own head in a manner so that after this ordeal, I may simply wrap my memories of you up so neatly…
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Update.
Writing opened a door where my demons could leave their footsteps in ink on a paper in front of me, then trot off and never return to my brain again.
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