XXIII
The past haunts me.
It reminds me that I wanted you to
Stop.
Say no more.
Quit breathing.
Reminds me that your presence used to burn me.
That your voice fuelled the demon inside me.
It's painful to remember.
I think
We never know what someone means to us
Until we have lost them forever.
Yes, my heart is torn to shreds now.
Damaged.
Irreparably.
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