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    i miss you the same way that i miss being six years old, a bitter sort of nostalgia, with the knowledge that it will never come back.

    remembering you feels like a papercut, that is why i burned the books you gave me and donated the clothes, i do not want the reminders to be piled in the corners of my room.

    i changed bedrooms, i now sleep in a bed you’ve never touched

    it is 12pm on a wednesday and i am not the same person i was four wednesdays ago, i am no longer waiting for you to love me

    you do not love me, i do not love you

    i miss being a child, but i would never go back - growing up was too painful.

    it is the same with us


    i am alone in a bedroom i cant even picture you in

    jacquelyn ravenstein