How it feels:
The hardest funeral is the one nobody knows happened.
Something in me died ...
But I'm still walking like I was alive.
I don't smile the same anymore
I don't feel the same things.
People see my body,
my face
my life
but they never see the part of me that already left.
It didn't die loudly.
It just quietly disappeared fom everything I used to be.
Now I exist ..
but only half of me is here.
The other half never came back.
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