Of all the things

It stings to have known you.

I used to sing along to all the songs you loved.

I let myself be vulnerable, with my trust gaping wide open.

I fell ill with love, infected with infatuation.

I was in need of a quick fix, with one bottle of denial in hand and a handful of hard pills to swallow.

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