Tuesday, March 6

There's nothing left, no memories because those were based on lies. All that we're left is trust. I'm putting my heart out for you again, trusting you.

Your room, your house, used to be my safe house, when I don't want to go home, I would go there, to be with you and my pigs, our babies. She was there, and sometimes, I imagined her there with you, how happy you would be. Happiest when you're with her.

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