The story begins:
I never thought I'd lose him.
The feelings do not leave,
They only change.
Sometimes they grow,
Sometimes they mutate
Into monsters that hide under my bed.
They talk to me at night,
And tell me lies.
Leave me alone, please.
I wish they would go away.
I can't concentrate on what is real.
Everything feels like a dream.
I don't like this bedtime story.
I want this to end.
I want to be young again.
Take me back to a time 
Before I knew your name.

k.g.

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