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There were days when getting out of bed was basically a 10k marathon. Let alone getting out and actually being part of the world. I tried so hard to be present and none of it met the bar. I tried to give myself to you when I was not even there. Everything took so much more effort than it used to. Even the simplest of tasks required more than I could contribute. Everything was falling apart around me. We were falling apart around me and I was too weak to stop it. And you were too far to realize that I too was falling apart. By the time I had muttered up the strength to try and explain, it was far too late. You had already found someone who could put in the effort, who could give you the affection that I was too exhausted to give. She gave you it and that was the end of me. So now I sit here, just as weak as before except now I don’t have that one drive getting me out of bed in the first place.

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by Tristan Petel

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by Robert Weinraub