you are not real, yet i still miss you

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I miss you. More than anything in the world. More than the wind misses the mauve skyline. More than snowdrops miss the dappled sun.

I wish you would hurt me. Cut me open. blood gushing from slit wrists. I want you to break me so badly. Just so I could remind myself that you are real. That you were really there.

You asked me who I was. Who I am. I am no one. Unhealed and broken. Difficult to know; hard to understand. A closed door. With steel dipped bolts. Wrung hands and ripped skin. I am no one. Nothing. Nothing but a broken soul who misses the memories that never got made, and the people they will never meet.

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