Until He Came Along
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The pain of ones loses is almost indescribable.
Sharp stabs of pain slice down my whole body, shaking uncontrollably, almost violently.
It takes over my whole body, my thoughts, my words, my every move .
It's the burn at the back of my throat.
It's in the pit of my stomach the unstoppable, aching reminder that it is real.
That it did happen.
That this is my life.
The first thing I feel when I wake up and the last before I close my eyes.
The feeling that's eating me up. Nibbling away at my every breath.
It never stops.
Never leaves.
The constant, sickly pain of loss.
Well, you just have to make room for it and that what I had to do because the pain never left me. Ever.
Not for a moment. Not for a single second,
Well,
Until I met
Him<3
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