Taryn,
How many thousands of times will I write that I miss you, before the end of my life?
Will my eyes ever stop tearing up or will I ever get used to this feeling of complete silence when the air doesn't seem to move around me?
This reality slams into me like a tidal wave at least once a week now but that too will always be.
It's part of me now the same way you are part of me still.
My wants and desires aren't heard anymore.
There is only the feeling of forced acceptance that I resent and humble myself to embrace.
With every breath sometimes the pain is a dull ache and sometimes it's unbearable.
The wound is in my heart so deep that it can never be removed without ending my life completely.
I miss you.
Again and again, I miss you.
Will my eyes ever stop tearing up or will I ever get used to this feeling of complete silence when the air doesn't seem to move around me?
This reality slams into me like a tidal wave at least once a week now but that too will always be.
It's part of me now the same way you are part of me still.
My wants and desires aren't heard anymore.
There is only the feeling of forced acceptance that I resent and humble myself to embrace.
With every breath sometimes the pain is a dull ache and sometimes it's unbearable.
The wound is in my heart so deep that it can never be removed without ending my life completely.
I miss you.
Again and again, I miss you.
Mom
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