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I wore his shirt to bed. It smells like him, and I thrive in it. Yet he’s been gone for a week now. I miss him so much and I can’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I actually gave him a chance.
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I haven’t felt real in a while. I feel like some piece of the universe, but lost and blind, and not knowing where I’m going exactly.
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