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There's death and then there is first morning after letting someone go…
That split second where you reach across the sheets and your hand finds nothing but cold cotton.
That’s the shittiest feeling in the world.
The sun comes up like a police spotlight, demanding answers you don’t have.The coffee tastes like ash. The birds singing outside sound like they’re mocking you.
You realize you have to relearn how to be a singular noun, and frankly, I’m not sure how to do that just yet
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― Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
― Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
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Just as they say hate the sin not the sinner, praise the deed not the doer.
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