I Lost Them While They Were Still Alive
They didn't die on my hands. I lost them to silence.
There was no funeral, no final farewell, and no significant occurrence to signal to me that this was the end. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and conversations became memories that I thought I could revisit at any time. I was swamped. Busy chasing stability. occupied with trying to get "better." Busy convincing myself that there would always be time later.
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