Stop This.

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I miss what we were
I miss what we had
Or at least that feeling
I miss not having to overthink all the time
I miss feeling safe around you
I miss so much and so little at the same time

I hate not having you
Not having this
Not having us

There's this glimmer of hope in the distance
It tells me that I could stop.
Stop missing
Stop hating
Stop loving.

~ash~

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