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i. [like *innocence is gone*]

27th March, 2024

i am writing again, and it feels like coming back home.

but i can't really know. I never had a home.

i thought I would never be able to write sex and love again. it hurt so badly, before. i hurt to feel so much. but maybe I am not missing you as hard as I used to any more. maybe all my love is gone, finally.

or maybe my heart is just empty.

finally.

i am disillusioned. this is all i know for sure.