May 30
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I pretend I’m just fine
But your absence
Maps itself all over my face
Like shadow tracing bones.
🪔
I pretend I’m just fine
But your absence
Maps itself all over my face
Like shadow tracing bones.
🪔
Some losses don’t announce themselves with tears or noise , they settle into the contours of us, silently rewriting how the world reads our face.
