Missing someone.
So deeply, it feels like the heart may rip from the chest.
Want to see once more.
Want to hear once more.
Want once more.
Go to the website to listen to a song.
The song that plays in the background.
The background of the video.
The only video posted since leaving.
The video is now private.
Just like every photograph.
Like every tag.
How private?
Does the privacy endorse its truth?
What does it mean?
Fear?
Of what?
Escape?
From where?
Denial?
What was to be accepted or denied?
An unpleasant truth does not change by closing the eyes to its existence.
The truth remains.
The heart remains.
The heartache remains.
Like it will rip the heart out of the chest.
So deeply, it feels like the heart may rip from the chest.
Want to see once more.
Want to hear once more.
Want once more.
Go to the website to listen to a song.
The song that plays in the background.
The background of the video.
The only video posted since leaving.
The video is now private.
Just like every photograph.
Like every tag.
How private?
Does the privacy endorse its truth?
What does it mean?
Fear?
Of what?
Escape?
From where?
Denial?
What was to be accepted or denied?
An unpleasant truth does not change by closing the eyes to its existence.
The truth remains.
The heart remains.
The heartache remains.
Like it will rip the heart out of the chest.
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