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Sometimes,
it hurts to breathe
at the thought
of your memory
because you're not here.
You're not here with me.
And so, here I am,
stitched together with false
hope and melancholy,
with the ache of grief
that now knows me longer
than you ever did.
~Samira Vivette

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