Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
I know this feeling well. The holes never go away do they? We just learn how to better maneuver around them. I hope your day is a good one, dear sister.
art by Sulamith Wulfing
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I know this feeling well. The holes never go away do they? We just learn how to better maneuver around them. I hope your day is a good one, dear sister.
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