three

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You're recovering without me

In his grief he's gotten better
I haven't

The drugs

The drinking

The lines that destroy my skin

I can't live without them at this point
I can't live without him
But he's healing

My brains nothing more than
a muddled
m
e
s
s

a whirlwind of confusion
love
self-loathing
fear

living is complicated

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