Today I feel fragile,
and silence weighs more than before.
I miss a love I believed was real,
arms that felt like shelter… or illusion.
I remember laughter that now hurts,
as if it had been borrowed from time.
And what remains in me is this soft, cruel emptiness:
having loved something that was never real,
but that was real inside me.
@NewGirlDark
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