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There’s a hole inside my chest.

A pocket for love and truth, that remains empty. This one I can’t fill, this one I can’t ignore. People do not come back from the dead, and who would be family to me now? No one wants that. So tired of believing right now.
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Adogslife · 61-69, M
Do you have “social” hobbies that can distract you?