Tears of ache and emptiness swallows me whole, all of them stuck at the entrance of my throat. Can I ever look at myself the same? Can I ever be held without feeling disgusted with myself? I hope my lack of memory kicks in and all of these would eventually belong in the past.
Something tells me it may not work out however. But please do, please let me feel ok.
It's not you, it's me. Always has been.
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