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Can’t Let Go

There is a new box on my shelf, a new item among the crowd of buried emotions, deep in the chambers of my heart.

There is a new book in my library, the one we wrote together. like every unfinished story, it should never be told.

There is a fresh scare in my skin, etched by uncertainty and fear. I can’t run from you, you make my future question my past.

There is a light lump in my throat, yes I cried many a night. I hid in the blanket the night gave me and sobbed my days away.

There is aching everywhere. My body is in chaos. I stare in your cold eyes, please teach me to be numb.

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