coping mechanisms

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There were days when I would wake up in a bed I knew I didn't belong in. Like the space that I was taking up was not mine to have. I know this, and the warm body beside me knows this, but neither of us speaks. Too afraid to break the silence because we have both been cold for so long, and this is all the warmth that we have left.

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