Moving On

I thought you would never leave, but you did. You grew up and moved away, started your own life. You left me here with the pain and the fear. You left, and you stopped calling, you stopped writing, you stopped texting and it hurt. I could never deal with the shit on my own, I ran and I hid and I suffered alone. Alone, that's what I am now, I had you and now I'm alone. I delt with the loss of you the best I could but it never was enough.

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