This is all bullshit.

It hurts to breathe, knowing you aren’t. Signs of your absence are everywhere; you always take such good care of us we’ve grown accustomed to clean dishes and consciences. We’re fine, it’s fine, everything is fine.

Except it’s not.

I don’t know how to be in a world without you in it, too. No, scratch that. I could figure it out, I’m a smart girl. I could find a way to go on without you. I just don’t want to, and damn it I shouldn’t have to.

I guess you could say I’m angry. Bitter.

When the loneliness sets in, with its deafening silence roaring in your ears, you must not allow yourself to forget your reality. Don’t let the demons in, knock knock knocking at your door. The devil went down to Georgia but took a detour to pay you a visit. Send him on his way; there’s nothing for you on that trip except more heartache.

Lines blur between physical and emotional pain. Does my chest hurt because you’re gone or because there’s something wrong? It’s impossible to tell.

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