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1. Withdrawal
Every time I cry, I think of you.
I think of the past. Of how, when things got hard, running back to you was second nature.
You'd fix it-for a while.
With you, I could finally take a breath.
Finally force a smile.
Finally rest.
I'd ask you to come over, and you'd lay your head on my chest.
For a moment, I could be at peace. I could close my eyes.
Never for long-just long enough to feel you there.
Because I knew you wouldn't stay.
You never could.
And so, I learned to say, I'm fine.
But one day, in your absence, I had an epiphany.
If I were you, and you were me-
If I were the one you leaned on like a crutch-
I would've left too.
Loving you was like being high. Your touch, a drug.
And when you were gone, the withdrawal hit.
Because you weren't just a person to me-you were my prescription.