although it makes me clutch my stomach, i do not believe this is physical pain. although it keeps me huddled over the waste basket, i don't think i can receive any medical help. it feels like someone is grabbing me around my midsection and slowly keeps tightening. i can't stand up straight and it's getting harder to breathe as it spreads up my chest. an eternal internal grip. this is no cramp or stomach ache. this is a death grip. a sickness that has no cure. this is something i've never felt before.
and it started at the very moment you left.
maybe this is what jean paul sartre was writing about.
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this is making me very sad...you'll heal. it takes time, but you will.
I feel it every day. I keep telling myself it will get better. And I really hope I'm right.
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