Fading
It's fading but Im trying to remember his face... mostly his eyes and his hands. Im trying to forget the pain and move forward in my mind. Im trying to stand strong... Im trying to be tough. But remembering? It hurts a bitch like a kick in the ass or a stab in the face, or like my wrist being slit open to take out a mass ... a massive ball of pain. Trying to keep it real, trying to be on a different zone, trying to be in a different place. Looking at the pictures, when there was something more there than than the obvious. My nails were a purple shade.
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