It's so strange how when I'm with him and talking to him I feel like I'm on top of the world, but late at night when I'm all alone with my thoughts, with no one to hold my hand and tell my demons to shut the hell up. I feel it again, like I will never be whole after you. That I will never be able to quiet these demons without help, maybe it can be someone other than you but I doubt it.

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