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It's strange how suddenly within a randomly specific period of time
these bouts of nostalgia hit
and the emptiness of being without you and the thought of what happened within that few months,
the pain of having lost everything we once had, becomes so amplified. so loud.
so fucking poignant that it just rips through the entire façade
i've taken such care and effort to build for myself.

i have neither solid evidence nor concrete reasoning as
to why this is so but every time, without fail,
within this particular window of time,
the memory of what happened comes back to haunt me
and suddenly it's like the floodgates to emotional hell swing open.

i guess i'm finding it out the hard way—that no matter how hard and far i try to run,
i am never truly free of the past.

It scares me that i might possibly never be.