Prologue

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I wrote what I felt.
I wrote what I saw.
I wrote who we were.
I wrote who he was.
Perhaps he was an hallucination.
But.
Everything felt so real.
His hair. His lips. His body.
Him.

I lost him.
Now that he's not here,
I'm lost too.
Because he was my
everything. He was my
salvation.

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