we used to keep journals

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why do i still sob
over these very memories

you probably never bat an eye

it stings more as the years go on
the fearful thought i don't dare to speak
the aching monster inside my bones prowling for release

i
still
fucking
love
you

the you who i no longer know
the you i cannot let go
a life lived and died without you
is the very fear that grows inside

i only wish to hold you once
before my body decays
before my lungs grow tired
i've grown out of reasons to live like an old pair of shoes

you're still a piece of me
that i cannot scrape off

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