My inner monologue

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I miss crawling into bed together and holding each other until sunset. I miss knowing what each other thinks and hopes before even discussing the issue. I miss the peace his reassuring hand gives me. I miss him. I miss closeness, I miss love... but I hate love. I'm confused and lost and searching.... I'm hoping and praying and discovering.
I'm lost
I'm raw
I'm here
I insist
I'm confused
I don't work alone
I'm lonely
I am me.
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