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It’s been years since she left me, yet my heart still aches for her. I keep thinking that I’m just in this horrible dream where I don’t have her by my side. That I didn’t let her leave my arms. I keep saying that, but every morning she’s not in my arms anymore. She’s not sleeping right next to me anymore and I need to understand that.
I need to try and understand
But I can’t
I can’t seem to understand why I had to let her go
Why I couldn’t keep her in my arms forever
I miss her so goddamn much
So much that I kept the photos and paintings of her
Because those painting and photos give me a sense of.....
Comfort
The Artist
