Breathing

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

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Loving them was never hard.
Even through the worst…
Loving them was like breathing.
Breathing through the broken ribs and bones.
The broken person I had become.
Loving them was never hard.
It was Loving myself enough to leave that was hard.
For Loving them was hell…

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