When the pain finally loosens its grip,
and silence settles where you once lived,
what remains of me will feel unfamiliar,
a hollow echo wearing my name.
Because the best part of me was never mine,
it was you,
and without it,
I am only what’s left behind.
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Entangled heart (
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Comments1
This carries a sad feel both at the self deprecation and at the loss. Nicely written
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