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I wanted to share a piece close to me, as real as can be. I was gone from the writing scene for a long time. I came across some people and a love like no other. Not gonna go into detail, just gonna say that I fumbled so hard there will never be a come back party. I had some alcoholic fizz drinks today and fell asleep outside, yet woke up saying her name like we still were one…

I woke up.
Reached out.
She wasn’t there.
She’s not coming back.
She probably never looked back.

I told myself she felt it too.
I lied.
Again.

I’m tired of pretending it mattered to her.
It mattered to me.
That’s all.

The ghosts don’t lie.
They just sit with me.
Quiet.

I fucked up.
She left.
And I never really came back from that.

That’s it.
No lessons.
No recovery.
Just facts.