there are some things I know I can write about again and again and still not come anywhere close to what I want to say

the worst thing about loss isn’t actually that someone is gone but in that they’re no longer there. You think, immediately after someone dies, the pain can’t get any worse. But. It’s when you turn around and talk to someone and you realise they’re no longer there that it hits you, that there’s no thing […]

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forgotten

I forget that I’m not part of you any more. I remember when I see the girl you replaced me with. She is me, but vivacious, loud, vibrant; she is the me without her insecurities on her sleeve, a me who knows better than to share all of herself with just you. Your shoulders, like […]

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