gone

I mourn each relationship I ever killed.
So strange. The people I had the relationships with are well alive, but the pain of the loss forces me to pretend they don’t exist.
Once it’s gone, it’s gone. Even if contact is made again, chances are it will still be dead. Still be gone.
It’s very rare to really mend a broken relationship.
Best to pick up the pieces and discard it.
It’s cleaner that way.
Less baggage.
We have to survive.

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