Feb. 18: The empty fog is back. It swept over me without warning. I cannot focus on anything with this limitied vision. I cannot see clear without You. My heartbeat echoes back and forth around my rib cage. My heart is reaching no one , sensing no one. No one except You, and the empty space that You are taking up.
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