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When I feel loneliness settle heavily in my bones, I turn toward my writing and create, remember, and live another moment in my favorite memories.
I’ll just disappear for a while. I drift in and out until unconsciousness takes over, and I'm lost in happier times.
I fix the bad parts and plaster over them with something new.
Like repairing a hole in a wall, I create something from nothing in hope of anything.
And even when my reality has changed, at least I can’t visit them when my world hadn’t imploded.
They’ll smile at me still, their laughter ringing through the cold quiet of my house.
They are the treat I spoil myself with over my morning coffee or right before I go to sleep…
How it used to be…
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