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May 10
The kind of pain that whispers quietly, and
Becomes familiar.
Footsteps you learn to recognise, but the shattering hurt keeps you
Tied to reality.
You fear that slip. So you hold onto
The grief.
Because
The pain of holding on,
Is better than

Letting go.
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