My heart aches under my ribcage, throbbing against the inside of my chest. I blow out every candle, cannot see the smoke rise. Hold the warmth under the blanket. Don't let it slip away
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It has begun. The slightly comical realization that there is this place, a place where you exist and that the provoking of my thoughts becomes so loud it takes up a daily occupancy that is not easy to ignore. Why now? Why are you there?
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