hold my hand

I don’t like thinking about the past, because I start thinking “it was so simple. So easy. And you took it all for granted. And you never get it back.” And then all these emotions start building in my chest, behind my eyes, clouding my thoughts. And I can’t speak, can’t think and the only thing I know is, I miss how it used to be, I miss who I used to be.


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