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I Miss Him.
I miss him.
But not because I still love him, but because I could trust him. Because he made me feel safe.
He is the first and only person I ever told everything to.
And today when I had flashbacks and a panic attack, all I wanted was him to hold me.
Because to me he means safety and trust.
Still.
Even if he is not here anymore.
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CAN'T.
STOP.
REMEMBERING.
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It hurts so much.
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To love the way I do is to burn and scratch open my skin just to try and show you a part of me.
It's to always wait for something.
I wanted us to last.
I wanted to actually try and maybe even succeed.
I wanted to be with him.
I wanted to not be the only one who fell.
To love him is to hurt.
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