reminiscing

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sometimes all i can think about is the love and how it consumed me.
how you always felt like home at the end of a long day.
sometimes i'm so mad at myself for what i did and didn't do.
sometimes i'm mad at you for giving up before i had a chance to help things.
sometimes the hole in my heart threatens to swallow me up and i'm barely treading water, desperate to stay above the surface.
sometimes i wish we could just press restart but we might just end up at the same place.
one thing i know for sure is how much i loved you. everything else is uncertain.

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