Even in the Quietest Moments
I wish I knew, what I had to do
Wednesday, 29 January 2025
Fifteen
Fifteen years since she walked away
Fifteen years is 5,500 days of wondering what went wrong,
5,500 nights of less sleep than needed.
And still, fifteen years later, the knife in my back is still being twisted.
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