My heart aches. Obviously, you still and probably will know me best. To have a conversation I had missed. Yes, I miss us- of what we were and could have been. Presently, I'm just trying to breathe.
I walked away, tearing. My walls and walls of defence. My continuous attempt to search for myself. Breathing is a conscious act. Over thinking is probably what I'm doing. But how do you explain your lil conscious acts to stay straight and not crumble and not to tell everyone that you've lost yourself and you don't know where it went?
Sounds crazy to me too.
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