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“The day I lost you my tongue felt like copper.

Salty and rusty and so so heavy it almost forced me to the ground.

The day I lost you my lungs were ready to give out.

I had forgotten how walking the same earth as you kept me alive.

The day I lost you I found myself.

It was so hard, to remember who I was aside from the person who loved you.

I’m still not sure, darling, but I’ll keep on searching.

One breath at a time.”

Isabelle F.