My name is Lisa..sometimes Marie.

I miss you. Maybe not loudly. Maybe not stoically. It might not be tearing my mind apart; it’s maybe not a slight, unwanted thought of every once in a while. It could be a terrible, black, oozing pain in my chest, or it could be a thin, soft burning emptiness. But it is there nonetheless. The missing-you.

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