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The voice saying "be stronger"
the unshakeable feeling of emptiness
of unworthiness
of not being enough

There is the cold skin,
the longing for warm hands

The way the heart is tired
ribs are made of lead,
shallow breathing

phantom pain

There is what the night whispers
that plants doubts.

It was sunny today.
Smiles on the pictures and friendly laughs.
Something fell,
something is missing.