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LOVE, DEAR ABBY
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i was only a sentence in the book of your life.
but you were the main character in mine.
- abby
love, dear abby...
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“i gave the clothes off my back, just for you to stab me.”
- abby
Let go of what doesn’t bring you happiness: feelings, objects, people…
“…but i can always count on you to let me down.”
- abby
“Knowing that I found you after everything I went through, makes it hurt a lot less.”
- abby
“And like the moon, I have gone through countless phases of emptiness before feeling whole again.”
“can we go back to normal?”
considering my normal has been fainting in the shower, not being able to breathe, a heart rate of 190, social avoidance, and feelings of hopelessness,
no. no, we can not go ‘back to normal’.
FRIEND.
I count the days that have gone by,
To remind myself to be proud,
But the longer the voices have been quiet,
Only makes them all the more loud,
It’s not only when I’m awake I’m fighting,
It happens even when asleep,
I wake up, shaking and shouting,
My veins start to burn as I weep.
That burning hot pain in my back,
Damn, my arms and my wrists and my throat,
can’t smother them with hands or scratches,
It takes over and drapes like a coat.
I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong,
‘Is there anyone out there like me?’
But then I remember my friend, my love,
Good old PTSD.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
“What if I ruin it?”
“What if you don’t?”
- abby
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