I'm still haunted by what I did and how bad things got and how much I have lost.
Everything I think or do or am reminded of I filter through memories of someone I miss that is no more to me.
I am weary of a run in and keep my head down when out in public.
There is a space, a missing void that I will never fill.
Each proceeding day that comes gets filtered through the memory of how much more whole things felt a year ago that same day.
I miss things feeling like home.
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