The Old Me
You miss her
Her smile
Her laugh
Her words
Her mind
Would she come back if you pulled yourself apart?
If the skin slid off your bones
She’d be underneath
Asking you to leave her be
Begging you to embrace the new woman you can't stand to look at.
-the old me
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