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I refuse to succumb to the waves of release that are thrust upon me. I refuse to let go of my life float. I need to rough through this, see this through. Keep on refusing.
My better half.
My missing half.
When I think of half, I think of you.
Of how you complete me.
Of how our bodies are cut from the same mold and it hurts when you’re away.
It’s exactly as if a piece of me went with you.
In that, at times, I find comfort.
Others nothing but misery it brings.
Nonetheless you are my half, for better or for worse.
You do complete me,
and I have succumbed to the notion that it will forever be this way.
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