"Someone asked me to describe home, and I almost said your name. But, I stayed quiet instead. People expect you to say a damn place, but I felt more at home in your two arms than in my own house."
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without you.
I stood there. Watching from a distance as everyone mourned her. I felt like I was nothing more than a ghost...
People like me.
"Do not fall in love with people like me.
People like me will love you so hard
that you turn into stone...
