A chronicle of the 7+ years of torment I have inflicted upon myself just so that I could have a chance to lie next to you. A testament to the way you've so completely & methodically obliterated me. Of how I will never feel at home, how you have stolen the other half of me. We were stop-motion cruelty. We were the avalanche, the tsunami, & the wildfires. While I tried to re-build everything that you destroyed, turn some of it to beauty, your storm raged on. You taught me why they name Hurricanes after people. And I taught myself, each time, more efficient ways to clean up the wreckage of my broken heart & shattered soul. This isn't love. This isn't love.

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