Dear You,

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It’s me again picking up where we left off.

It’s chilly here the skies are smeared grey everything feels heavy from the storm that rolled in at midnight waking me much like the thoughts of you that creep in and keep me up at night unable to shake my current state, I feel EXHAUSTED my body refusing to move only to stay planted in this subtle place. Love lets you be free, but the loss of love imprisons you and weights you down unable to move because it…