"Lets dance one last time."
He is gone.
But not bad gone.
Just
gone.
Sometimes I need to press my face down into the pillow at night and to cry.
To let it out.
To have the tears stream out of my body as if they were carrying weight of negativity.
I can't face this world alone, I would cry.
I need to be held.
To feel warmth and to feel a human that feels human struggles just like me.
I can't.
I haven't
done this before.
My innocence is burning out.
and then..
suddenly.
The winter was gone and
I'm strong.
I'm happy.
I'm content.
He is gone
but he isn't bad gone.
Just gone.
and actually that's okay.. because I look down at my body and actually.
I'm not alone at all.
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